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Updated: July 26, 2025
From these prejudices it happened that Salina, in order to prepare the late dinner with which Mrs. Farnham usually taxed all her culinary genius, had built a huge wood-fire, and was planting again even on the hearth before it, when a folded paper flashed over her shoulder, and rushing through the flames fell behind the back log. Salina rose promptly upright, gave Mrs.
"What was that?" questioned aunt Hannah, sharply. "Well, now, it's no use snapping one's head off, if the night is howling like old Nick himself," answered Salina, kindling up. "If I was snappish, it wasn't because I meant it," said aunt Hannah, sinking to her dejected position again; "you said something about that night what was it?"
It was a hot and muggy night. Occasionally the radio in the cruiser would come to life. An accident near Salina. A drunk driving south from Topeka. Another accident near Wichita. But generally South Central Kansas was dead.
Though the height we ascended was barely 800 feet above the salina we had just left, the ascent occupied two hours.
But the red ear gave rights to more than one, and, in her surprise, Salina was taken unawares by some who had no roguish black eyed lady-loves laughing behind them. There was no doubt in the matter now. Salina paid her penalty more than once, and with a degree of resignation that was really charming to behold.
Uncle Nathan, instead of suspecting the art that I have been wicked enough to insinuate, seemed perfectly oblivious of the antique damsel's presence. At last she gathered up her raiment and muttering. "Well, now, I never did!" prepared to step from the porch, when the voice of uncle Nat arrested her. "Salina, is it you? Come here, Salina!"
One could always see light enough through the hole to find that by, but this iron consarn is just about the most tanterlizing thing that I ever did undertake to handle." As this speech was uttered, the door swung open, and Salina strode into the kitchen, leading Isabel Chester by the hand.
It is possible that Salina would have been a little provoked, had she seen with what composure uncle Nat took the rebuff, and how quietly he settled down to a basket of large potatoes by the barn door, which he softly cut in twain, scooping each half out in the centre, and cutting off the bottoms with mysterious earnestness.
Salina had poor uncle Nathan thus entirely to herself. "Now," said she, "if you will have the goodness to turn your face toward the chamber-door, while I pin up the skirt of my dress a little, I shall be prepared to depart from this roof." Uncle Nathan quietly withdrew into the porch, and sat down in his easy-chair.
She stooped heavily toward the fire, with her long, flail-like arms clasped around her knees, not rocking back and forth as seemed most natural to the position, but immovable as the andiron upon which her feet rested, and sombre as the storm that shook the windows and howled down the chimney. Salina occupied the other andiron.
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