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I thought mebbe you'd be willin' to pay for her clothes ruther 'n hev so much talk 'bout it, tho' I've told everybody that they walked right in to the front gate, 'n' you 'n' Samanthy never set eyes on 'em before, 'n' didn't know where they come from." Samantha wiped her eyes surreptitiously with the dishcloth and turned a scarlet face away from the window.
And that brought him to the beautifully oiled bear trap which he had left outside the door. "I brung Samanthy along with me," he stated. "I brung her just because somehow I kind-a thought mebby Old Tom'd be glad if I did. Next to me he always sed he set a heap o' store on thet ole critter.
"They get along, somehow or 'nother," replied Mrs. Bonny; "they've got the best farm this side of the ledge, but they're dreadful lazy and shiftless, them young folks. Old Mis' Hate-evil Beckett was tellin' me the other day she that was Samanthy Barnes, you know that one of the boys got fighting, the other side of the mountain, and come home with his nose broke and a piece o' one ear bit off.
Please, Miss Vilda, may I take Gay to see it, and will it hurt it if I wash Rags in it?" "Let 'em all go," suggested Samantha; "there's Jabe dawdlin' along the road, and they might as well be out from under foot." "Don't be too hard on Jabe this morning, Samanthy, he's been to see the Baptist minister at Edgewood; you know he's going to be baptized some time next month." "Well, he needs it!
"Pray to goodness she ain't dead!" went on Samanthy. "Let me get to her!" and before her husband could straighten his cramped limbs, she had crawled out, and was beside Dorothy. "Is she?" asked Josiah, hesitating. "She is," replied the wife. The pair seemed to define each other's meaning in spite of the vagueness of their words. "But she's awful weakish," whispered the wife.
It's the first beautiful thing she ever did make, I guess!" "How you talk! Ain't you a leetle hard on Lyddy, Samanthy? She warn't sech a bad neighbor, and she couldn't help bein' kind o' sour like. She was born with her teeth on aidge, to begin with, and then she'd ben through seas o' trouble with them Pettigroves."
'Wall, I be, s' I, 'but I'd ruther be ashamed 'n git up! But you're an awful good cook, Samanthy, if ye air allers in a hurry, 'n' if yer hev got a sharp tongue!" "The less you say 'bout my tongue the better!" snapped Samantha. "Right you are," answered Jabe with a good-natured grin, as he went on with his breakfast. He had a huge appetite, another grievance in Samantha's eyes.
"Who is that sorry-looking man that always sits on the bench at the store, Samanthy?" "That's David Milliken." "Why does he look so sorry, Samanthy?" "Oh, he's all right. He likes it fust-rate, wearin' out that hard bench settin' on it night in 'n' night out, like a bump on a log! But, there, Timothy, I've gone 'n' forgot the whole pepper, 'n' we're goin' to pickle seed cowcumbers to-morrer.
"If you was you wouldn't wear your fins out, that's certain!" "Come now, Samanthy, don't be hard on a feller after his day's work. Want me to git up 'n' blow the horn for the boy?" "No, thank you," answered Samantha cuttingly. "I wouldn't ask you to spend your precious breath for fear you'd be too lazy to draw it in agin.
Wetherell seemed very much broken in health and spirits, and after hearing this story I did not wonder that the blows of Providence had weakened her hold on life. Samanthy was very shy of me at first, but after a few days she would talk in her disjointed way with me. One morning I was out in the well-house.
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