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In her sweet, bell voice, she murmured an expression of concern for her grandfather and, when Marian bluntly said, "He's dead," she endeavored to convey her sorrow. To which Miss Pettis, staring at her with hard, bold eyes, as at some puzzling freak, made no reply, being engaged in uneasily wondering what "graft" the Frenchwoman was "on."
Ruth Fielding, following the death of her parents and while she was still a small girl, had left Darrowtown and Miss True Pettis, and all her other old friends and acquaintances, to live with her mother's uncle, at the Red Mill.
A brief silence fell upon the two, while the sweet summer scents stole in at the window, the breath of the cinnamon rose, of growing, grass and good brown earth. Mrs. Pettis pondered, looking vacantly before her, and Old Lady Lamson knit hastily on. Her needles clicked together, and she turned her work with a jerk in beginning a row. But neither was oppressed by lack of speech.
Never once did his voice change or his grim look relax. "I mistook the time of the train," he said, without expressing any sorrow. "I I hope you will be glad to have me come," the said. "Miss True " "You mean that old maid that wrote to me?" he asked, harshly. "Miss True Pettis. She said she thought you would like to have me here as we were so near related."
"As for Monsieur Wilding, it is later I will require his services, though it may be that he can aid me not only in procuring a divorce from this husband, but in another matter also, Miss Pettis, and perhaps, Monsieur Wilding, you know how my father was murdered?" Wilding shook his head but Marian nodded at once. "Gee, yes!" she said. "I was a kid when he was croaked, but I remember it all right.
Mira Pettis made him a napkin-holder, worked 'Bonappety' on it in cross-stitch on blue satin, and he give it to the girls' cat for a collar. I see the cat with it on. I don't want to see no clearer than that how he treats young ladies. I wish't Doctor Stedman was home." Another bicycle accident! This time it was a head-on collision, two boys riding at each other round a corner, as if for a wager.
"And it wasn't as though I couldn't have remained in Darrowtown. But Miss True Pettis " "Miss True?" repeated Helen, curiously. "Short for Truthful. Her name is Rechelsea Truthful Tomlinson Pettis and she is the dearest little old spinster lady much nicer than her name." "Well!" ejaculated the amazed Helen. "Miss True isn't rich. Indeed, she is very poor.
Pettis, seating herself laboriously on the lounge, and leaning forward upon the umbrella clutched steadily in two fat hands. "You're dretful forehanded. I remember I said so then. 'Samwel 'ain't got a mittin, to his name, I says, 'nor he won't have 'fore November." "Well, I guess David's pretty well on't for everything now," answered Mrs. Lamson, with some pride.
Pettis what efforts I had made to secure this yellow moth, comforted him for allowing the male to escape by telling him I could raise all I wanted from the eggs of the female, showed him my entire collection, and sent him from the Cabin such a friend to my work, that it was he who brought me an oil-coated lark a few days later.
My parents remained in Iowa until I was a year old, and then moved to Illinois, where they remained for two years. When I was three years old, they settled in Pettis County, Missouri, near the town of Belmont, afterwards called Windsor. It was there that I spent my childhood and the years of my young womanhood. Early Afflictions "Misery stole me at my birth And cast me helpless on the wild."
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