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"Be they any of your folks, Miss Vildy?" asked Jabe, grinning with delight at Samantha's ill humor. "No," she answered briefly. "What yer cal'latin' ter do with 'em?" "I haven't decided yet. The boy says they haven't got any folks nor any home; and I suppose it's our duty to find a place for 'em.
"Come get supper," she cooed, putting her hand in Samantha's; adding that the "nasty lady needn't come," a remark that happily escaped detection, as it was rendered in very unintelligible "early English."
It was not the least bit in the world unpleasant to find out that he was "growing in more ways than one," and it was quite likely that she had indeed kept him too long in roundabouts. At all events, his great idea had been worked out into a triumphant success; and, before the evening was over, Pamela replied to a remark of Samantha's, "I don't care.
"Now, Ham," said Dabney, "I'm not big enough to fit that room. Give me one nearer my size. That's a little loose for even Sam, and she can't take any tucks in it!" Samantha's look changed to one of gratitude, and she did not notice the detested nickname. "Well, then," said Ham, "we'll see about it. You can sleep in the spare chamber to-night.
"I don't think you will, either," said Ham, emphatically. "You're going away to boarding-school. Miranda, is there any reason why Dabney can't have the south-west room, upstairs, with the bay-window?" That room had been Samantha's choice, and she looked at Dab reproachfully, but Miranda replied: "No, indeed; not if you wish him to have it."
"I don't think I shall board here long." "I don't think you will either," said Ham emphatically. "You're going away to boarding-school. Miranda, is there any reason why Dab can't have the south-west room, up stairs, with the bay-window?" That room had been Samantha's choice, and she looked at Dab reproachfully; but Miranda replied, "No, indeed. Not if you wish him to have it."
It sounded a merry tintinnabulation on Samantha's milk-pans, wafted the scent of dripping honeysuckle into the farmhouse windows, and drenched the night-caps in which prudent farmers had dressed their haycocks. Next morning, the green world stood on tiptoe to welcome the victorious sun, and every little leaf shone as a child's eyes might shine at the remembrance of a joy just past.
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