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Tillie's eyes followed the parcel as it was crushed ruthlessly into her father's coat pocket and she did not heed his question. "Do you hear me, Tillie?" he demanded. "Yes," she answered, looking up at him with brimming eyes. His sister, watching them from across the room, saw in the man's face the working of conflicting feelings his stern displeasure warring with his affection. Mrs.
And just then your pop up and sayed if Teacher wanted to keep comp'ny he must pick out 'Manda or Rebecca and I seen Teacher wanted to laugh, but his manners wouldn't leave him. He certainly has, now, a lot of manners, ain't, Tillie?" Tillie's head was bent over her sewing and she did not answer. The doctor yawned, stretched himself, and guessed he would step into the bar-room.
It was a few days later, at the supper-table, that Tillie's father made an announcement for which she was not wholly unprepared. "I'm hirin' you out this winter, Tillie, at the hotel. Aunty Em says she's leavin' both the girls go to school again this winter and she'll need hired help. She'll pay me two dollars a week fur you. She'll pay it to me and I'll buy you what you need, still, out of it.
He was trying to solve his problem and Tillie's, and what he had found was no solution, but a compromise. "To-morrow morning, then," he said quietly, and went out the door. All that hot August morning Tillie worked in a daze. Mrs. McKee watched her and said nothing.
"She is always so busy with her music. Guess you'll have to get somebody else." The club lifted its eyebrows. Several of Lily Fisher's friends coughed. Mr. Upping flushed. The stout woman who always played the injured wife called Tillie's attention to the fact that this would be a fine opportunity for her niece to show what she could do. Her tone was condescending.
Do you think I'll go with you if you touch a single hair of my poor Tillie's head? Why, I'd sooner stay in prison all my life! See here," and he put his arm round Matilda's slight form; "if you crush her, you crush me so now!" "And if so," said the goddess, with cruel contempt, "are you of such value in my sight that I should stay my hand?
"All right just you come wearin' them Mennonite costumes 'round me oncet! I'll burn 'em up like what I burned up them novels where you lent off of your teacher! And I'll punish you so's you won't try it a second time to do what I tell you you haven't the dare to do!" The color flowed back into Tillie's white face as he spoke.
Tillie's unhappiness, in her certainty that on Saturday night the Board would vote for the eviction of the teacher, was so great that she felt almost indifferent to her own fate, as she and the doctor started on their six-mile ride to East Donegal. But when he presently confided to her his scheme to foil her father and Absalom, she became almost hysterical with joy.
When, five minutes later, she beckoned him from the door of the barn, her eyes were red. "Come in, Mr. K.," she said. "The wife's dead, poor thing. They're going to be married right away." The clergyman was coming along the path with Schwitter at his heels. K. entered the barn. At the door to Tillie's room he uncovered his head. The child was asleep at her breast.
Tillie's filial insubordination, her "high-mindedness," her distaste for domestic work, so strong that she refused even to live under her father's roof all these things made her unfit to be an instructor and guide to their young children. She would imbue the "rising generation" with her worldly and wrong-headed ideas.
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