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Anybody that wanted to make a Shaker out o' her would 'a' had to begin with her grandmother; and that wouldn't 'a' done nuther, for they don't b'lieve in marryin', and the thing would 'a' stopped right there, and Gray wouldn't never 'a' been born int' the world." "And been a great sight better off," interpolated Miss Vilda. "Now don't talk that way, Vildy. Who knows what lays ahead o' that child?
"That's a sign of death in the family, ain't it, Jabe?" whispered Miss Vilda faintly.
It nearly killed her to agree with him, but the words were fairly wrung from her unwilling lips by his eloquence and wisdom. "Well, we'll see what we can do for 'em," said Vilda in a non-committal tone; "and here they'll have to stay, for all I see, tell we can get time to turn round and look 'em up a place." "And the way their edjercation has been left be," continued Mr.
Her own heart didn't need softening, but somebody else's did, she was afraid. "I'm much obliged to you for takin' so much interest in the children," said Miss Vilda primly, "and partic'lerly for clearin' our characters, which everybody that lives in this village has to do for each other 'bout once a week, and the rest o' the time they take for spoilin' of 'em.
"And we counted the eggs, and there were thirteen big ones!" "So that the darling thing had to s-w-ell out to cover them up!" "Yes," said Miss Vilda, looking covertly at Mr. Run away, both of you, and let the settin' hen alone. Well, as I was goin' to say, Mr.
Now there ain't a livin' soul that wants the boy, but" "Timothy," said Miss Vilda hurriedly, "run and fetch me a passle of chips, that's a good boy. Land sakes! Aunt Hitty, you needn't tell him to his face that nobody wants him. He's got feelin's like any other child." "He set there so quiet with a book in front of him I clean forgot he was in the room," said Aunt Hitty apologetically. "Land!
Timothy went to sleep with a prayer on his lips; a prayer that God would excuse him for speaking of Martha's doorplate, and a most imploring postscript to the effect that God would please make Miss Vilda into a mother for Gay; thinking as he floated off into the land of Nod, "It'll be awful hard work, but I don't suppose He cares how hard 't is!"
"Yes, exactly, I see, I see; but it was the young child, the a female child, that my wife desired to take into her family. She does not care for boys, and she is particularly fond of girls, and so am I, very fond of girls a in reason." Miss Vilda all at once made up her mind on one point, and only wished that Samantha wouldn't stare at her as if she had never seen her before.
There's a sight in knowin' how to manage at a fun'ral; it takes faculty, same as anything else." "How does David bear up?" asked Miss Vilda. "Oh, he's calm. David was always calm and resigned, you know. He shed tears durin' the remarks, but I s'pose, mebbe, he was wishin' they was more appropriate. He's about the forlornest creeter now you ever see' in your life.
"Why, it flashed across my mind in a minute," and here Miss Vilda lowered her voice to a whisper, "that perhaps Martha's baby didn't die, as they told her." "But, land o' liberty, s'posin' it didn't! Poor Marthy died herself more 'n twenty years ago." "I know; but supposing her baby didn't die; and supposing it grew up and died, and left this little girl to roam round the world afoot and alone?"
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