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Updated: May 23, 2025
It did seem till lately as if horse-tradin', cattle-raisin', and the butcher business was industries against which the Lord had set his face. Sairy married an undertaker; Samanthy couldn't refuse Doctor Tapper. And, rain or shine, folks must have teeth if they want to eat the steaks they sell in Californy, and likewise they must have caskets when their time comes.
I's Timfy's dirl." "But you're too little to go away with Timothy." "Ven I ky an keam an kick an hold my bwef I s'ow you how!" "No, you needn't show me how," said Vilda hastily. "Who do you love best, deary, Samanthy or me?" "I yuv Timfy bet. Lemme twy rit-man-poor-man-bedder-man-fief on your buckalins, pease." "Then you'll stay here and be my little girl, will you?"
There was Hank in corduroys, with an axe over his shoulder; and Hank in a broad straw hat and no shoes, with a fishing-pole in one hand; and Hank chopping wood; the chips littering the ground. There was Ezra Pollard sitting in his buckboard with a buffalo-robe tucked about him, and Samanthy by his side.
Do you want to kill her outright?" This repressed his enthusiasm. "Never do I," he declared, "spite of the reward, Samanthy. Don't she look like what our little 'un ought to look like if she grew to look?" "You loon! How could you tell what she ought to have looked like when her own mother never saw her try?
"Samanthy Ann, the first question that that boy asked me was, 'If Miss Martha Cummins lived here. Now, what do you make of that?" Samantha looked as astonished as anybody could wish. "Asked if Marthy Cummins lived here? How under the canopy did he ever hear Marthy's name? Wall, somebody told him to ask, that's all there is about it; and what harm was there in it, anyhow?"
I took hold of the handle of the windlass, swung off the great oaken bucket, and watched it descend its often-traveled course, bumping against the wet, slippery rocks with which the well was stoned. Samanthy said: "You can't pull that up; it's heavy." "Let me try," I said. "I never drew water with a windlass."
After much talk between the farmer and his wife, and many contrary directions, Dorothy was finally enveloped in a nightdress that even Tavia in her palmiest days could not have anticipated. It was big, it was broad, it was long, and it was roomy! But it was sweet and clean, and Dorothy closed her eyes directly after Samanthy Hobbs put to her lips a drink of catnip tea!
At the sight of them the woman shuffled off. Evidently tears were too much for Samanthy Hobbs. "I'll leave you a candle no, I guess I had better jest raise the lattice, and if you wants anything I'll hear you if you knocks. Don't you worry, dearie. Samanthy Hobbs ain't no well, she ain't, that's all!" Then Dorothy was alone all alone in the stuffy room.
Women with suckling babies had no rights that anybody was bound to respect not up in Pineyville; certainly not the gentlemen with brass shields under the lapels of their coats and Uncle Sam's commissions in their pockets. It was the law of the land why find fault with it? I leaned closer so that I could touch her hand if need be. "What's your name?" "Samanthy North." "What's your husband's name?"
She smoothed back the pretty, neglected yellow hair, and she brushed the flaming cheek kindly. "I would not harm you for the world," she declared, "for if you are not the lost girl you are an angel!" "Here, Samanthy!" called Josiah, from below stairs. "Come and git me a cup of coffee. I ain't got all day to wait around! I've got to git to town!" "All right, Josh. I'll be there right away.
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