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"Lor, chile! an' why not? Ain't I allas had my own po'k and bacon? Ain't I lived up to the Great House fo' years an' years?" "Of course. And Sally, that reminds me. I'm going to buy the Great House and make it as it was before the war!" "Gawd!" gasped Sally. "I shall want you to tell me exactly how it looked you can remember?" "Why, yes, chile!" Sally's hand paused, spoon in air.
What could Joe's mother say? "Sally!" she cried, and then she murmured: "It's you who don't need any one, Sally. You're strong and independent. You can live your own live. And you've helped make Joe strong. Wait, and see." And she went on to speak of Sally's work, of her influence in the place, of the joy she brought to others, and finally Sally said: "Forgive me for coming to you like a baby."
"She certainly will even with Fate in some way." But she said, "I am glad you and Sally get on well. She has her peculiarities." "I reckon I could get on with any one; but she doesn't like me, all the same." "Are you sure? Why shouldn't she?" "I don't know," replied Miss Walker, dryly. "Women don't always understand each other." Sally's name suggested the housekeeper to Betty.
After a few steps they all stopped to wait for the pastor. Now the old wife of the sexton ran to the pastor's wife; she always had to report something as soon as she caught sight of her. Kaetheli took advantage of the opportunity. Like a flash she was from her father's side and whispered with the greatest rapidity in Sally's ear: "Just think what I know now.
The truth is he felt it, with his worn canvas trousers and Guernsey shirt, to be in some sense a last link to "home," and he was loath to part with them. "Lovely!" exclaimed Sally, "they's jus' bootiful." Nothing could exceed "bootiful" in Sally's mind she had paid the eggs the highest possible compliment.
"I shall be glad to get home." Peggy's glance met Sally's, and her own wistfulness was reflected in Sally's eyes. They too would like to be home out of this turbulence of warfare, but knowing that these friends would take them were it possible they gave no voice to their longings.
It was this strange name that had first attracted Sally; to that was added that Leopold, the oldest of the sons, who had lived with his grandfather until now, but had come recently to Upper Wood, always wore elegant jackets and pants after the latest cut. Leopold had entered Sally's class and his appearance had at once inspired her.
But once she had understood that point, Janet had never alluded to it again; had made no effort to catch a glimpse of the man who so filled Sally's life.
Sally's eyes changed from blank gulfs to dilating, shadowing, quickening windows of thought. "Russ-ell Archi-bald Sittell," she echoed. "Ranger! Secret aid to Steele!" "Yes." "Then you're no cowboy?" "No." "Only a make-believe one?" "Yes." "And the drinking, the gambling, the association with those low men that was all put on?" "Part of the game, Sally. I'm not a drinking man.
Sally's charm must be as ephemeral under the life of illiterate drudgery and perennial child-bearing as her mother's had been. Her shoulders, now so gloriously straight and strong, would sag, and her bosom shrink, and her face harden and take on that drawn misery of constant anxiety. But, if Samson went and came back with some conception of cherishing his wife yes, the effort was worth making.
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