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Mumpson reached the inevitable, she yielded; the paper was signed, and Jane, who had already made up her small bundle, nodded triumphantly to her mother and followed Watterly. Mrs. Mumpson, on tiptoe, followed also, bent on either propitiating Holcroft and so preparing the way for a visit, or else on giving him once more a "piece of her mind."
"I wouldn't want you to bring anything which that scoundrel gave you." He paced the room thoughtfully a moment or two and then he called Watterly in. "It's settled, Tom. Alida will be Mrs. Holcroft as soon as we can see the justice. Do you think we could persuade him to come here?" "One thing at a time. Mrs.
Hey, there, Bill!" shouting to one of the paupers who was detailed for such work, "take this team to the barn and feed 'em. Come in, come in, old feller! You'll find that Tom Watterly allus has a snack and a good word for an old crony." Holcroft was easily persuaded, for he felt the need of cheer, and he looked up to Tom as a very sagacious, practical man.
"'By jocks! as Watterly says, what a difference there is in women!" he soliloquized on his way to the barn. "Well, the church question is settled for the present, but if Alida should ask me to go, after her manner this morning, I'd face the whole creation with her." "Are you fond of reading?" he asked. "Yes, very."
"Jim," said Watterly, drawing his friend aside, "you'll want to make some purchases. You know she's only what she wears. How are you off for money?" "Well, Tom, you know I didn't expect anything of this kind when " "Of course I know it. Will fifty answer?" "Yes. You're a good friend. I'll return it in a day or two." "Return it when you're a mind to. I say, Alida, I want you to take this.
She wishes to triumph over me, and even to usurp my place in ministering to my child. Was there ever such an outrage? Such a bold, vindictive female " Here Jane, in a paroxysm of indignant protest, seized her mother and began to shake her so violently that she could not speak. "Stop that!" said Watterly, repressing laughter with difficulty.
"I would have to meet strangers and I'm so entirely content in being alone I won't go this time unless you wish it." "Well, if you don't care about it, I'll carry out my first plan and take a very early start. I want to sell the butter and eggs on hand, repay Tom Watterly, and get some seeds. We need some things from the store, too, I suppose?"
She sat down near the door and compelled herself to look at him, for she felt instinctively that she might gather more from the expression of his face than from his words. "Alida Armstrong is your name, Mr. Watterly tells me?" "Yes, sir." "Well, Alida, I want to have a plain business talk with you. That's nothing to be nervous and worried about, you know. As I told you, I've heard your story.
But, Mr. Watterly, although helpless and friendless, I must try to do what I think is best. If I accepted Mr. Holcroft's position it might do him harm. You know how quick the world is to misjudge. It would seem to confirm everything that has been said against me," and the same painful flush again overspread her features. "Well, Alida, all that you have to do is to listen patiently to my friend.
She found that there were some others ostracized like herself, but they accepted their position as a matter of course as if it belonged to them and was the least of their troubles. Her strength was returning, yet she was still feeble when she sent for Mrs. Watterly and asked, "Do you think I'm strong enough to take a place somewhere?" "You ought to know that better than me," was the chilly reply.
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