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"This is bad business, Snowfoot. Two little folks lost and no idea where ter look for 'em." And while two households were wild with fear, while Mr.
That morning she had brought in her own supply of fire-wood, filled her buckets from the spring, attended the poultry, fed the oxen, milked Snowfoot, wrestled over the iniquity of Reynard and grieved at the untimely death of the speckled rooster: "When he would have made such a lovely fricasee, yes. Indeed, 'twas a sinful waste!"
"Home again, mother, and hungry for my supper." "Supper, indeed! Breakin' my heart with your run-about ways! and the hoorican', with ever'thin' ruined, ever'thin'! The master Where's he, I know not. The great pine broken like a match; the coops, the cow-house, and Snowfoot Ah, me! Yet the little one talks of supper!" Margot looked about her in astonishment, scarcely noticing the other's words.
Unhitching his odd steed, he turned the canoe bottom upward on the beach and hastily led the animal toward that part of the island clearing, where Snowfoot stood in a little fenced-in lot behind her ruined shed. Adrian went with him, and asked: "Won't those two animals fight?" "Won't get a chance. When one goes in the other goes out. Here, bossy, you can take the range of the island. Get out!"
Angelique has let even Snowfoot suffer, sometimes, for want of the grooming and care she's always had. The poultry, too, and the poor garden. I'm glad I'm strong enough to rake and hoe, even if I couldn't lift uncle as Joe does." Her industry brought its own reward. Things outside the house took on a more natural aspect.
Weston stopped Snowfoot, and Randy jumped from the wagon, and running to her mother, threw her arms about her neck. "O Randy, child, this is the first day of real happiness since ye started fer Boston. Not but what we've gotten on pretty well, but ye left a space, so ter speak, a space that nothin' could fill. Well, ye're here now, an' we'll find it easy to be cheerful."
Yet that's the same Snowfoot who was to give us no more, because of the broken glass. Angelique, where's uncle?" "How should I tell? Am I set to spy the master's ins and outs?" "Funny Angelique! You're not set to do it, but you can usually tell them. And where's Adrian? I've called and called, but nobody answers. I can't guess where they all are.
Leaving Snowfoot to crop the grass and clover, Randy crossed the field and followed a well trodden foot-path which led to a little grove and there in the cool shade she paused to look off across the valley, and again her thoughts reverted to the shining gold piece. Once more she wondered what it could buy which would give lasting satisfaction.
A brakeman passed down the aisle and commenced to light the lamps, and Randy peeping from the window saw that the stars were shining. She knew that at home old Snowfoot and the cows were under the shelter of the great barn, and that father and mother and dear little Prue were seated around the table.
The weeds were cleared away, and both vegetables and flowers lifted their heads more cheerfully. Snowfoot showed the benefit of the attention she received, and the forgotten family in the Hollow chattered and gamboled in delight at the reappearance among them of their indulgent mistress. Margot herself grew lighter of heart and more positive that, after all, things would end well.
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