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Updated: June 13, 2025
"People have been known to maltreat their children before. You only infer that they stole her." Aunt Corinne told her nephew in a slightly guarded whisper, that she never had seen such a mean man as that one was. "They ought to prove it before they get her, then," said Grandma Padgett. "Yes," he assented. "They ought to prove it." "And they must be right here in the place," she continued.
Grandma Padgett and aunt Corinne, somewhat reluctantly followed by Zene, were going to the Methodist church. Already its bell was filling the air. But Robert hung back and asked if he might not go to Quaker meeting. "Thee couldn't sit and meditate," said William Sebastian. Bobaday assured William Sebastian he could sit very still, and he always meditated.
Zene drove close behind her, and when they were about to recross a shallow creek, scooped between two easy swells and floating a good deal of wild grapevine and darkly reflecting many sycamores, he came forward and loosened the check-reins of Hickory and Henry to let them drink. Grandma Padgett felt impatient at any delay. "I don't think they want water, Zene," said she.
Finer buildings crowded on the sight, and where the signs of business flaunted, were women and little children in pretty clothes, always going somewhere to buy something nice. Once they met a long procession of carriages, and in the first carriage aunt Corinne beheld and showed to her nephew a child's coffin made of metal. It glittered in the sun. Grandma Padgett said it was zinc.
"The child is gifted," she maintained. "I'm going to make a hartist of her." She smoothed Carrie's wan hands, and, as if noticing her borrowed clothing for the first time, looked about the room for the tinsel and gauze. "The things she had on her when she come to us," said Grandma Padgett, "were literally gone to nothing. The children had run so far and rubbed over fences and sat in the grass.
And he remembered more tempting pickles and jellies than had ever been on the table before at once. Yet the dinner was soon over. Grandma Padgett said she had intended to go a piece on the road that afternoon anyhow, but she could not feel easy in her mind to go very far until the child was found. Virginia folks and Marylanders were the same as neighbors. If Mrs.
Perhaps it was the sight of the Wabash River which suggested washing clothes to Grandma Padgett. She said they were now near the Illinois State line, and she would not like to reach the place with everything dirty. There was always plenty to do when a body first got home, without hurrying up wash-day.
It is natural, if not logical, that young men should regard the visits of all other persons of their age and sex in certain quarters as a serious impropriety. But it was not his friend and crony Dow Padgett, the liveryman, who came out of the widow's door, leading by the hand the blushing and bridling Susie.
But J. D. Matthews was going in the opposite direction. Before Grandma Padgett had completed her brief toilet next morning, and while the daylight was yet uncertain, the Dutch landlord knocked at the outer door for his fee. He seemed not at all surprised at finding the pedler lodging there, but told him to stop at the tavern and trade with the vrow.
You just feel how cold her fingers are!" Robert did so, and shook his head to indicate that he found even her fingers in a pitiable condition. "You come with us to Ma Padgett," exhorted aunt Corinne in an excited whisper. "I wouldn't stay where that pig-man is for the world." The dog under the wagon was growling. "If the pig-man stole you, Ma Padgett will have him put in jail."
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