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Padgett, my client is hunting a lost child, and hearing this little girl was with you some days, she would like to make some inquiries." "But the child's taken clear away!" exclaimed Grandma Padgett. "If you drove out from Injunop'lis," said the Quaker's wife, "you must have met the show-wagon on the 'pike." "The show-wagon took to a by-road," observed the lawyer. "We have men tracking it now."
I couldn't give her up to them again, when the bare sight throws her into spasms, unless I was made to do it." "You couldn't prove any right to her," observed the lawyer. "No, I couldn't," replied Grandma Padgett, expressing some injury in her tone. "But on that account ought I to let her go to them that would mistreat her?" "She may be their child," said the lawyer.
He smiled at her deferentially, but backed away with his cart. "What a man this is!" she exclaimed impatiently. "We owe you for two meals' vittles." "I have some half a dozen kittles," murmured Mr. Matthews. "But won't you take the money? The landlord was keen enough for his." The pedler had got his rhyme about Grandma Padgett completed.
Grandma Padgett became anxious to reach Richmond again. The Virginian might have returned over the road with news of her children. Or the children themselves might be at the tavern waiting for her.
But Grandma Padgett did not enjoy the tavern bed or the tavern breakfast. She passed the evening until midnight searching the streets of Richmond, accompanied by Zene and his limp. Some of the tavern people had seen her children in front of the house, but the longest search failed to bring to light any trace of them in or about that building.
They slept so long in the morning that the camp was broken up when Grandma Padgett called them out to breakfast. Zene wanted the tent of aunt Corinne to stretch over the wagon-hoops.
Robert carried a backless chair and set it before the fire, and on this the limping man was placed. Grandma Padgett emptied her coals on the hearth and surveyed him. He had a red face and bashful eyes, and while the top of his head was quite bald, he had a half-circle of fuzz extending around his face from ear to ear. He wore a roundabout and trousers, and shoes with copper toes.
Grandma Padgett reported that she had searched for her missing family in the show tent, though she could not see why any sensible boy or girl would want to enter such a place. And it was clear to her the child might be afraid of such creatures, and very probable that she did not belong to them by ties of blood.
The water poured across their feet and rose up to their knees. Hickory and Henry were urged with whip and cry. "Hold fast, children! Don't get swept out!" Grandma Padgett exhorted. "There's no danger if the horses can climb the bank." They were turned out of their course by the current, and Hickory and Henry got their fore feet out, crumbling a steep place. Below the bank grew steeper.
Grandma Padgett felt anxious, and her anxiety increased as the dusk thickened. "There don't seem to be any taverns along this road," she said; "and I hate to ask at any farmer's for accommodations over night. We don't know the neighborhood, and a body hates to be a bother." "Let's camp out," volunteered Bobaday.
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