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You are more unkind than ever I thought you could be. You wait, auntie, you may yet learn to to appreciate Seth as I do. You see I know you don't. You're good, and wise, and all that; but you don't know Seth." "And it's very evident that you think you do, dear," Mrs. Rickards said, wearily rolling over and snuggling down amidst the snowy sheets of the soft feather-bed.
"And you don't think anything will come of it?" suggested Mrs. Rickards, taking the opportunity of returning to the matter under discussion. Ma's eyes twinkled. "Ther' ain't no sayin'," she said. "Mebbe it's best left to Rosie." She glanced again at her sick husband. "Y' see, men mostly has notions, an' some are ter'ble slow. But they're all li'ble to act jest so, ef the woman's the right sort.
Rickards was an elderly lady, stout, florid, and fashionably dressed, who had never been further afield in her life than the Europe of society. Her greeting was an effort.
"Seth's ter'ble slow," she said slyly. "Do you think he's " "Sure." The two women looked straight into each other's eyes, which smiled as only old women's eyes can smile when they are speaking of that which is the greatest matter of their lives. "I know how she regards him," Mrs. Rickards went on. "And I tell you frankly, Mrs. Sampson, I was cordially opposed to it when I came here.
"He's more than that, auntie; he's the bravest and best man in the world." "Just so, my dear; and in consequence you don't want to return to England," Mrs. Rickards said slyly. Rosebud encountered the glance which accompanied the words. She shook her head with a little despairing gesture. "But he loves me only as a sort of daughter." "Does he, my dear?" Mrs.
"Ah!" said the gentleman, "that is more than I know, more than Neville knows, more than anybody knows." "Bet you a guinea she knows, and lets it out before she leaves the field," said Major Rickards. Mr. Hammersley objected to an even bet; but said he would venture one to three she did not. It was an age of bets. "Done!" said the Major. By this time Kate had risen, with Mr.
His eyes were shut, and there was a lovely look of relief upon his face. "I sent for you children," their mother said, "to see your father just as he died. You must never forget him." Ellis and Rickards, two of papa's men, were in the room, and Mrs.
He sat at the open window watching, watching with eyes straining and nerves painfully alert. Others might rest, he could not, dared not. The sun dipped below the horizon. The brief spring twilight changed from gold to gray. A footstep sounded outside the door of the room where the three men were sitting. A moment later Mrs. Rickards came in.
Rickards went on presently, smiling from Ma to Rube and back again at Ma. The farmwife laid her knitting aside. She understood the other's meaning, and this was the first mention of it between them. Even Rube had turned his head and his deep-set eyes were upon the "fine lady." "Yes, I was thinking of Seth and Rosebud," she went on earnestly. "You know that Rosebud " Ma nodded.
She gave him no chance of overtaking her this time. Supper-time brought a lively scene with it. Rosebud, for some unexplained reason, was in a more than usually contradictory mood. Mrs. Rickards had thoroughly enjoyed her day in spite of the sloppy condition of everything outside the house. She was a woman who took a deep interest in life.
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