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Updated: June 17, 2025
The old woman who can never learn not to put the kerosene can on the stove, may yet be able to tell fortunes, to persuade a backward child to grow, to cure warts, or to tell people what to do with a young girl who has gone melancholy. Tillie's mind was a curious machine; when she was awake it went round like a wheel when the belt has slipped off, and when she was asleep she dreamed follies.
Do you feel fur eatin' any supper?" she asked. Tillie's lips moved, but gave no sound. "I guess you're right down sick fur all; ain't? I wonder if pop'll have Doc in. He won't want to spend any fur that. But you do look wonderful bad. It's awful onhandy comin' just to-day. I did feel fur sayin' to pop I'd go to the rewiwal to-night, of he didn't mind.
I shall not go out of your life. At least we can write to each other. Now," she concluded, bending and kissing her, "I must go, but you and I shall have some talks before you stop school, and before I go away from New Canaan." She pressed her lips to Tillie's in a long kiss, while the child clung to her in passionate devotion. Mr. Getz looked on with dull bewilderment.
It was enough to drive away any lover in the countryside, and for a moment Absalom was staggered. "Well!" he exclaimed, "a woman that's afraid of work ain't no wife fur me, anyways!" Tillie's heart leaped high for an instant in the hope that now she had effectually cooled his ardor.
Adam Schunk, deceased, had been an "Evangelical," but his wife being a New Mennonite, a sect largely prevailing in southeastern Pennsylvania, the funeral services were conducted by two ministers, one of them a New Mennonite and the other an Evangelical. It was the sermon of the New Mennonite that led to Tillie's conversion.
"He'll whip you, Tillie; and here's all the sweepin' to be did " There was a strange gleam in Tillie's eyes before which the woman shrank and held her peace. The girl swept past her, almost walked over several of the children sprawling on the porch, and went out of the gate and up the road toward the village.
There was no family impropriety that Thea was so much ashamed of as Tillie's "acting" and yet she was always being dragged in to assist her. Tillie simply had her, there. She didn't know why, but it was so. There was a string in her somewhere that Tillie could pull; a sense of obligation to Tillie's misguided aspirations.
"Aren't you well? You look pale and ill! What is it, Tillie?" Tillie's overwrought heart could bear no more. Her head fell on Miss Margaret's shoulder as she broke into wildest crying. Her body quivered with her gasping sobs and her little hands clutched convulsively at Miss Margaret's gown.
Tillie always coaxed Thea to go "behind the scenes" with her when the club presented a play, and help her with her make-up. Thea hated it, but she always went. She felt as if she had to do it. There was something in Tillie's adoration of her that compelled her.
"I won't promise anything, Absalom. If you want to come Sundays to see me and the folks, you can. That's all I'll say." "I never seen such a funny girl as what you are!" growled Absalom. Tillie made no reply, and again they went on in silence. "Say!" It was Absalom who finally spoke. Tillie's absent, dreamy gaze came down from the stars and rested upon his heavy, dull face.
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