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Updated: June 5, 2025
He plunged into furniture-making with renewed energy, inspired by the presence of Elaine, who with her book or embroidery sat in her low rocker under the apple tree and watched him at his work. Quite often she read aloud, sometimes a paragraph, now and then an entire chapter, to which Dick submitted pleasantly.
It was you hollered, eh! You see, I didn't know it was you." Bill sat swinging one leg thoughtfully. A sort of bewilderment was getting hold of him. "You didn't recognize my voice?" he asked. Then he added thoughtfully, "No and it might have been Fyles, or the other policemen. They were there." Charlie suddenly sat up. His hands were grasping the arms of the rocker.
The smoke of another cigar, precisely in the manner of the one before, hung between him and the piano. His wife settled contentedly in the curly maple rocker, her rings flashing in the swift drawing of threads from a square of linen. Early in the morning Lee Randon drove himself, in a Ford sedan, to a station on the main line of a railway which bore him into the city and his office.
But it was with Jeff alone. He feared the result of what he must tell. "You're packing?" he said presently. Bud sat himself heavily into a rocker. "Yep. Lestways I don't guess Nan 'ud call it that way." He raked his curly iron-gray hair with his strong fingers, and gazed ruefully at the chaos. "Maybe I can help some." Bud shook his head, and his smile was good.
"And you're pretty big," the little woman smiled; "but Edmund is taller than you, and broader-shouldered." They crossed a bright hall, and found the big beautiful husband lying back reading in a huge Mission rocker. Beside it was another tiny child's chair of red-enameled rattan.
This rocker, or cradle, may be made of half-inch softwood, and consists of a trough 10 inches deep, 18 inches broad, and 4 feet long, closed at the broad end, and open at the other; with a transverse bar at the upper part, two feet from the broad end, to receive the tray.
"No. . . . What was it you wanted?" Mrs. Bascom looked about for a seat. The rocker was at the opposite side of the room, and the other chair contained a garment belonging to Mr. Atkins, one which that gentleman, with characteristic disregard of the conventionalities, had discarded before leaving the kitchen and had forgotten to take with him.
But the people have never forgotten them, and my grandfather, who is in the ground near Rocker, was a descendant from one of the sons of the 'thunders. Ho!" It was evening in the bad-lands, and the red sun had slipped behind the far-off hills. The sundown breeze bent the grasses in the coulees and curled tiny dust-clouds on the barren knolls.
I'll go first, an' tell Mother Moll you're here." She crossed the threshold and saw the old woman swaying to and fro in a wooden rocker. "It air Tessibel, Mother Moll," she said gently. "I want to see what's in the pot." Mother Moll smiled a withered, joyous smile. "Come in, my pretty," she clacked. "Yer Moll's allers glad to see yer shinin' eyes. Come in, my love."
There was a rocker by the one window, and a pot of geraniums on the sill; forming a kind of window seat was a long seaman's chest. At the other end of the room there was a desk covered with green oilcloth, and above it was a shelf containing some books and a clock. The woman took off her hat and jacket and brushed back her hair, then turning back her sleeves went outdoors again.
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