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'Twere worth a fortune, and Pop'll never cotch another. He were hopin' and hopin' every year as long as I remembers to cotch a silver, and none ever comes to his traps till this un comes. And now she's gone!"
"I don't know what pop'll say to you not comin' out to help," she presently remarked. Tillie's head moved restlessly, but she did not speak. She was past caring what her father might say or do. Mrs. Getz thoughtfully considered a doubtful potato, and, concluding at length to discard it, "I guess," she said, throwing it back into the pan, "I'll let that one; it's some poor.
She caught the little girl, doll and all, into an impulsive embrace. From it Beryl wriggled to a practical curiosity as to supper. She sniffed. Her mother nodded. "Stew! And with dumplin's " She made it sound like fairy food. "Ready to the beating when your father comes." "Where's Dale? And Pop?" "It's Dale's night at the store. And Pop'll be comin' along any minute. I've set the lamp for him."
Will there be maple syrup from yonder hillside grove?" "You have said it!" Sally answered. "But you'd better chase yourselves into the house now or pop'll be peeved at having to wait for you." On the veranda a tall elderly man rose from a hammock in which he had been reading a newspaper and stretched himself. His tanned face was deeply lined but he gave the impression of health and vigor.
They'll be wotin' you out of your job any minute now. And then your pop'll be comin' over here to fetch you along home! Oh! If he wasn't your pop I c'd say somethin' real perfane about him." Tillie drew a long breath; but she did not speak. She could not. It seemed to her that she had come to the end of everything.
Do you feel fur eatin' any supper?" she asked. Tillie's lips moved, but gave no sound. "I guess you're right down sick fur all; ain't? I wonder if pop'll have Doc in. He won't want to spend any fur that. But you do look wonderful bad. It's awful onhandy comin' just to-day. I did feel fur sayin' to pop I'd go to the rewiwal to-night, of he didn't mind.
Seems as if he'd made friends with the whole population, for he had to ask about all of 'em by their front names. Listenin' to 'em was sort of interestin' to me, but Miss Prentice don't conceal the fact that she's bored stiff. Meanwhile we was wadin' through a first-class feed. And about nine o'clock Valentina announces that she'll have to be gettin' back to the schooner or pop'll be worried.
She smiled and bridled a little, evidently well pleased. "Has Pearl told you that her Pop'll probably be down to-day?" she leaned across Hanson to speak to Flick. "No, is that so?" he asked in his smooth, pleasant tones. "Where are the mines that Mr. Gallito is interested in?" asked Hanson, determined to keep in the conversation. "Up in Colina." It was Mrs. Gallito that spoke.
"I tell you it ain't like it used to be," she said with a shake of her elfish head and a twinkle in her brilliant eyes. "Clara's got real well and Pop's swore off, and there ain't no lively times like there used to be. Of course," she prophesied cheerfully, "Pop'll fall off in about a week he ain't one to stick to water long, you know. Then I bet there'll be some scrimmages.
Pearl's eyes scanned the house, but it was evident that Hanson had gone, for her mother sat in a rocking-chair before the window, her head tilted back, fast asleep. "What do you suppose your Pop'll say to your signing up with Hanson?" asked Flick, as they passed through the gate. "I suppose we'll have a row that'll make the house rock," she answered indifferently, dismissing him with a nod.
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