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He felt his heart give a little added start, of relief, he knew. At least Tenney wouldn't stop the horse and brain his wife on the road. "There's the Tenneys," said Charlotte. "That's a queer kind of a woman, that wife he's got." "Why is she?" Raven demanded. Whatever Charlotte felt, he must pluck it out of her. It was sure to be true.
An' the next day they rode by, as budge as you please, she with the baby in her lap. Baby had on a nice white coat. I didn't go ag'in. I didn't feel to." Then Raven, seeing that Jerry had regretfully but inevitably laid down his knife and fork, as one who can no more, relinquished the Tenneys, and there was a period of that silence so blessed among intimates, and Charlotte brought in the pudding.
"Who's bought the old Frye place?" asked Raven. "Or is it empty?" "No," said Charlotte, "it ain't empty. I dunno's you remember the Tenneys that used to live over the mountain, what they call Mountain Brook. Kind of a shif'less lot they were. Some of 'em drinked." "Why, yes," said Raven, "I remember 'em. The boys used to do a lot of trapping. One of 'em what was his name? Israel, yes, that's it.
Tenney turned, without a word, and went back along the road, with his habitual look, Raven had time to note, in the one glance he cast after him, of being blown by a hurrying wind. Raven faced about with Nan and asked at once, in the excess of his curiosity: "Now what are you up to, calling on the Tenneys?" Nan answered seriously. There was trouble in her voice.
Then he remembered what other fugitive she might find at the hut, and saw she, too, remembered. Her words came pat upon it. "The Tenneys are going to have a prayer-meeting Wednesday night." "A prayer-meeting!" He heard himself echoing it incredulously. "Yes, and you're to take me, Rookie. Don't scowl. I've got to see that man when he worships his idols, and you've got to see him, too.
"The times are few and far between, aren't they?" he twinkled. Polly laughed, but said apologetically, "She's been pleasant to me." "She ought to be; but over at the Tenneys' she looked as if she'd like to be somewhere else. She seemed to keep on the edge of things." "She doesn't always come in with the rest feels a little above some of them. She is very proud of her Russian ancestry.
I do so want to talk to you." They turned back and passed the Tenneys' at a smart pace. Raven gave the house a swift glance. He was always expecting to hear Tira cry out, she who never did and who, he knew, would endure torture like an Indian. They turned into the back road where the track was soft with the latest snow, and came into the woods again opposite the hut.
When the Tenneys drove by Raven's, each with face set forward, not looking at the house, Raven was in the kitchen consulting Charlotte about supplies. Jerry, also, was going to town, for, imperious even in her unspoken needs, Amelia would have to be delicately fed. Charlotte, hearing the bells, glanced absently at the window and Raven's eyes followed.
To leap a dull interval of breakfast banalities is to find Nan, on a crisp day, blue above and white below, at the Tenneys' door. Tira, frankly apprehensive, came to let her in. Tira had had a bad night. The burning of the crutch fanned a fire of torment in her uneasy mind.
She was thinking not only about the baby and the Tenneys' feeling terribly this Charlotte saw but something farther behind, thinking back, and thinking keenly. "I didn't say nothin' to nobody," Charlotte continued, "but the more I thought on't the more stirred up I got. The baby gone, an' she there all alone! So I run over. I knocked an' knocked, an' not a sound.
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