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"He has more gold pieces 'n ever you seen," proceeded Jonathan weightily. "Then why don't he give you some?" exclaimed aunt Corinne with a wriggle. "I had a gold dollar, but I b'lieve that little old man with a bag on his back stole it." Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen made round eyes at a young damsel who had been trusted with gold. "My fawther calls 'em yeller boys," said Jonathan.
Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen accepted this information with much stolidity. The grandeur of having old silver made no impression on them. They saw that Grandma Padgett had one pair of horses hitched to her moving-wagon instead of three pairs, and they secretly rated her resources by this fact. It was very cheerful moving in this long caravan.
Jonathan and Robert rode in his father's easiest wagon, while Thrusty Ellen, and her mother enjoyed Grandma Padgett's company in the carriage. As they neared Richmond, which lay just within the Indiana line, men went ahead like scouts to secure accommodations for the caravan. At Louisburg, the last of the Ohio villages, aunt Corinne was watching for the boundary of the State.
The little girl turned redder, answering in a broad drawl like her brother, "His name's Jonathan and mine's Clar'sy Ellen." Aunt Corinne looked down at the hind wheel revolving at her side of the carriage, and her lips unconsciously moved in meditation. "Thrusty Ellen!" she repeated aloud. "Clar'sy Ellen," corrected the little girl, her broad drawl still confusing the sound.
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