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I couldn't let them do my work for me, dear lady," the quaint expression caused Matilda Markham to draw in her breath sharply "I was no longer a child and I had to bear my part. When we-all stood in Sandy's cabin and the truth came to us-all, at once, I reckon for the first time in my life, I realized I was a woman. I couldn't take my chance and leave Lans out.
Eating us-all out of house and home while he saved and glutted!" Martin stared at the woman as if she were speaking a foreign language. "Who tole yo?" he asked vaguely, hoping by the question to clarify the moment's confusion. "Molly, she don' keep her eye on him fo' years! It's under a stone beyond the Branch dollars and dollars while we-all done without." "Whar did he get it?"
They all remain with us-all the sights, and sounds, and thoughts of by-gone times awaiting only the whiff from some latticed gateway, some closed-in court to spring again into exuberant life. If only we are ready for the great moment! As for the odour of the burning wastage of the fields at evening I scarcely know if I dare say it.
Is your place so far away?" A step fell upon the floor; a shambling, tottering footstep. Miss Lowe turned and saw Andrew Townley. "Sit here beside me," she said; "this is a good place to be." "It's a right good place, ma'am. Seems like we-all can't kill Parson Starr. I seem to feel like it was only yesterday when he rode up The Way and sorter settled down like a blessing long o' us-all.
With no idea of resentment Martin replied: "You're mighty kind, Greeley, and time was when I'd like to have jined you-all, but now Sandy and me is right companionable and him not being a smokin' man, I'd be mighty lonesome in the circle, and Sandy would miss me to home." "And serves us-all right, too," Greeley said to the club. "Us-all pitting a Hertford agin a Morley!"
Well, I kept the sassy little hen there wasn't anything else ter do but one day Marg, she followed Nella-Rose up and when she saw what was going on, she stamped in and cried out: 'So! yo' can have playthings while us-all go starved! Yo' can steal what's our'n, an' with that she took the bantam and fo' I could say a cuss, she wrung that chicken's neck right fo' Nella-Rose's eyes!"
"Doc, that thar chap yo' once sent down here thar war a lot to him us-all didn't catch onter." And Brace was thinking of the night, long, long ago, when Conning threw some letters upon the glowing coals and groaned! They were home at last in old William Truedale's quiet house. Conning went upstairs with Ann.
Tansey Moore had never taken the little doctor up socially. "It's this-er-way. We-all can't act out what's in us-all. You know, Rose-Lily" Mrs. Moore had one of the funeral-design names which so often decorated the plainest of her sex among the hills "we-all just get caught in the wheels and go round like what we-all have to.
"Do you-all want to buy eight quarts of wild strawberries?" he asked in that low fine voice of his. "Buy?" demanded Lily Ivy scornfully. "Miss Cyn, honey, go fotch Miss Ann and tell her one ob dem Morleys is here axing us-all to buy his berries, and him in shreds and tatters!" Presently Cynthia returned with her aunt.
They had talked familiarly, and then suddenly the boy had asked: "Dad, how about Molly? She belongs to us-all, you said. I've been thinking about Molly; where is she?" Just then the dream faded; the man on the hard settle pulled himself up, looked dazedly at the almost dead fire and listened! Some one was fumbling at the door; some one was coming in!
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