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He was not without other anxieties. What if the sight of Tillie's baby did not do all that he expected? Good women could be most cruel. And Schwitter had been very vague. But here K. was more sure of himself: the little man's voice had expressed as exactly as words the sense of a bereavement that was not a grief. He was counting on Mrs. McKee's old fondness for the girl to bring them together.
The advent of an agent in the neighborhood was always a noteworthy event, and Tillie's utterly indifferent reception of the news that to-day one had "been along" made Mrs. Getz look at her wonderingly. "Are you too sick to take interest?" she asked. The child made no answer. The woman rose to put her potatoes on the stove.
If she raises her prices she can't make my new foulard." Tillie sat at the table, her faded blue eyes fixed on the back yard, where her aunt, Mrs. Rosenfeld, was hanging out the week's wash of table linen. "I don't know as it's so selfish," she reflected. "We've only got one life. I guess a body's got the right to live it." Mrs. McKee eyed her suspiciously, but Tillie's face showed no emotion.
And then, when the wote was took, here it come out that only pop and Nathaniel Puntz woted ag'in' Teacher, and the other four they woted FUR! And they woted to raise his salary five a month yet!" Tillie's eyes dropped from her mother's face, her chin quivered, she bit her lip, and suddenly, unable to control herself, she broke into wild, helpless laughter. Mrs.
I'll marry Absalom if you go on with this!" "That suits me!" cried Absalom. "Keep on with it, Jake!" "If you do, I'll marry him to-morrow!" There was a look in Tillie's eyes and a ring in her voice that her father had learned to know. Tillie would do what she said. And here was Absalom "siding along with her" in her unfilial defiance! Jacob Getz wavered.
His warning, however, was not wholly lost upon the father. Tillie's recent illness had awakened remorse for the severe punishment he had given her on the eve of it; and it had also touched his purse; and so, though she did not escape punishment for this second and, therefore, aggravated offense, it was meted out in stinted measure.
Tillie sat back on her knees to wring out the water-soaked rag. There was something pleasing in the sight. Tillie's blue calico was faded white in patches and at the knees it was dark with soapy water. Her shoes were turned up ludicrously at the toes, as scrub-women's shoes always are. Tillie's thin hair was wadded back into a moist knob at the back and skewered with a gray-black hairpin.
She " His words died on his lips, as Tillie's head suddenly fell forward on his shoulder, and, looking down, Fairchilds saw that she had fainted. "So you see I'm through with this place!" Fairchilds concluded as, late that night, he and the doctor sat alone in the sitting-room, discussing the afternoon's happenings.
There's a neighbour of Tillie's William Symons, of Hatt you had best choose someone who doesn't belong to our neighbourhood, for many reasons." The minister nodded. "Symons won't drop the business until he has pushed it through." "I will make a note of his name."
But none of these things made Tillie's genius to burn, and again her eyes wandered to the window and gazed out into the blue sky; and after a few moments she suddenly turned to her desk and rapidly wrote down her "subject" "Evening." The mountain of the opening sentence being crossed, the rest went smoothly enough, for Tillie wrote it from her heart.
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