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"Did they all wear crape tied round their arms? and how many white horses did you see?" broke in Molly. "If you saw seven in a row, it means you'll die 'fore the year's up. I never saw but five." "Hush, Molly! Don't talk such foolishness! Come, mother, your voice sounds very hoarse and tired. Hadn't you better get right to bed?" "Wall, I guess so; but don't hurry me so, Sairay!
The next thing she realized was the feeling that she was rising out of unknown depths of nothingness; and, after one bewildered glance about the room, she finally became conscious of a faint, hoarse voice calling, "Sairay! Sairay!"
He looked up, and made a hopeless gesture with his hands. "Don't, Sairay," he said huskily, "don't give way, but but I've bad news." A great trembling now shook her limbs, and she lifted her hands as if to ward off a blow, but her agonized eyes seemed dragging the words out of him. "Your father, Sairay, he's he's the Nautilus went to pieces, like the tub she wor, and he's"
How long'll it take to finish up thet air net, darter?" "Not much longer; but isn't it early to start, father? The ice is hardly broken up, is it?" "Waal, it's breakin' fast, Sairay; another day or two like this'll fetch it, an' it's 'first come best haul, ye know, nowadays, sence all creation's got to runnin' to the Banks.
I know I'm not good enough for you who is? but if love that never tires, and kindness, and and being as true as steel, and as tender as a mother, can count for anything, they'll plead for me, Sairay; I'm not much on fine speech-making, as you know."
To do the little woman justice, she was often sorely tried by Sara's grand, self-contained airs, unconscious as they were, and by her obliviousness to many of the trivialities and practicalities of life. Mrs. Olmstead loved gossip, and Sara loathed it. "But, Sairay," her mother would urge, after the former's visits to Miss Prue or Mrs.
So it's nateral fur Miss Prue. Now, Sairay, I'm goin' over to my cousin Lizy's a while, an' if baby why, he's gone to sleep, ain't he?" Sara nodded smilingly, and her mollified mother said, more gently, "Wall, my dear, lay him in the cradle, an' then you kin hev a good time a-readin' while I'm gone. I s'pose you kain't help takin' to books arter all, seein' as your ma was a school-ma'am."
He had thought a dozen times just what he would say to her at parting, but everything went out of his head in the nervousness of that last anxious moment, with the engine apparently determined to run away with all who would linger over their farewells, and he simply uttered a choked "Well, good-by, Sairay!" as he held her hand an instant in a trembling clasp.
"I'll tend the baby ef he wakes, Miss Sairay; let me lay him down now," she said, lifting him with her powerful black hands; "he likes his old Aunt Hester!" and she nestled him against her broad bosom, and bent her stately white-turbaned head caressingly over him. Molly, who was always fascinated by her, watched every movement, her eyes dancing, and her checks dimpling with some inner thought.
He had risen, and stood before her, tall and stalwart, and, for the moment, such strength and tenderness seemed good to her why not accept them, and be at rest? Perhaps he felt her yielding mood; at any rate, he held out both hands with an assured gesture. "Say yes, Sairay tell me you" There was a jarring slam and a flood of light; one of the shutters had blown open.
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