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"O, yes," I answered; "I expect to enjoy myself very much." Samanthy, the daughter, now well advanced in life, seemed very solemn and said very little. I wondered if she were sick, or unhappy. A little later in the day, while I was watching Mrs.
And thinks I, Samanthy, 'n' I know the wuth of him a'ready, but there's them that hain't waked up to it yit, namely, Miss Vildy Trypheny Cummins; and as Miss Vildy Trypheny Cummins is that kind o' cattle that can't be drove, but hez to be kind o' coaxed along, mebbe this runnin'-away bizness 'll be the thing that'll fetch her roun' to our way o' thinkin'. Now I wouldn't deceive nobody for a farm down East with a pig on it, but thinks I, there ain't no deceivin' 'bout this.
"Then you gentlemen came and bought land. They said you was lords, with money to burn. I told Laban to help you in the buyin' o' horses, and cattle, and barb-wire, and groceries. He got big commissions, but he kept off the other blood-suckers. We paid some of our debts, and Laban bought me a black silk gown. I couldn't rest till Samanthy had felt of it. She'd none better.
I shall bust if I don' tell somebody! Set down on that nail kag, Samanthy, 'n' I'll let you hev a leetle slice o' this joke if you'll keep it to yourself. You see I know 'bout whar to look for this here runaway!" "You hev n't got him stowed away anywheres, hev you? If you hev, it'll be the last joke you'll play on Vildy Cummins, I can tell you that much, Jabe Slocum."
Her chest was sunken, her shoulders stooped, her whole form corded and knotted with the fight against machinery. Her skin, bronzed and sallow, looked not unlike the hard, fine wood-work of the loom, oiled with constant use. Jud walked in unceremoniously. "What ails you, Samanthy?" he asked, with feigned kindness. "Oh, I dunno, Jud, but I've got a powerful hurtin' in my innards."
There is a picture called the Water Carrier a woman made of different kinds of corn, jest as nateral as life, and the landscape round her made of grasses, and trees of sorghum, and the frame is made of ears of corn. Josiah wuz crazy to have one to home. Sez he, "Samanthy, I am bound to have your picture took in corn, it is so cheap."
The woman dragged off her apron and her jacket to make something of a pillow for the pretty yellow head, that lay so still. Suddenly Dorothy opened her eyes. "As sure as you live," whispered Samanthy, "It is that girl from the san sanitation! I saw her once out with the nurse, and this is her!" "And there's a reward " "Shet up!" she snapped. "Lay still, dearie.
And he follered me round with footstools, and het the soap stun hotter than wuz good for my feet, and urged me to keep out of drafts. And one day he sez to me with a anxious face: "If you do go, Samanthy, I wouldn't write about your trip I am afraid it will be too much for you I am afraid it will tire your head too much. I know it would mine."
Those two wrinkled old faces peering into the blossom that lay on that feather bed! "Josiah Hobbs! You are an old loon! I can't see how you kin make out that this is heaven-sent," and she brushed a fly from the white forehead. "Oh yes you kin, Samanthy. Else why did you shoo thet fly?" "Shet up!
Timothy stayed there fifteen minutes, and running back to the house in a state of intoxicated delight went up to Samantha, and laying an insistent hand on hers said excitedly, "Oh, Samanthy, you didn't tell me there is shining water down in the garden; not so big as the ocean, nor so still as the harbor, but a kind of baby river running along by itself with the sweetest noise.
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