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Updated: May 4, 2025
I let it rest there a second and then tipped it back against the arm of the rocker. "It does hurt me to see a man like Cousin James fairly throttled by women as he is being," I said as I looked across the street and noted that the porch of Widegables was full to overflowing with the household of women.
Henrietta sat by her in a state of trance and it did me good to see Sallie out in the hammock at Widegables taking care of both the Kit and the Pup, laboriously assisted by panting Aunt Dilsie, because Jane explained to her so beautifully that she needed a lot of Henrietta's time, that Sallie acquiesced with good-natured bewilderment.
I am understudying Cousin James to such an extent over at Widegables that I feel like the heir to his house. Cousin Martha sends for me when the chimney smokes and the cows get sick. I have twice changed five dollars for little Cousin Jasmine, and sternly told the man from out on their farm on Providence Road that he must not root up the lavender bushes to plant turnip-greens in their places.
I have often seen Cousin Martha on one side of the fire trotting the Pup, and Cousin Jasmine on the other ministrating likewise to the Kit. so Sallie could take a good nap, which she didn't at all need, on the long sofa in the living-room at Widegables. "Ned is a delightful man and, of course, Mamie adores him."
But, just as suddenly, a vision came into my mind of the long table across the road at Widegables, with the Mossback seated at one end with only two or three of his charges stretched along the empty sides to keep him company. I wanted him to be here with us! I wanted him badly, and I went to get him. I excused myself suddenly, telling them all just why.
What could any woman want more than her work and a man like that? After Jane had laid her strong-minded head on the hard pillow, that I had had to have concocted out of bats of cotton for her, I laid my face against my own made of the soft breast feathers of a white flock of hovering hen-mothers and wept on their softness. A light was burning down in the lodge at the gate of Widegables.
How can he help loving Sallie with her so emphatically there? I answered him I suppose to his liking and he went on across the road to Widegables and left me alone in the cruel darkness. Please, God, when things seem to be drowning me like this make me swim with head up. Amen! I'm a failure! Yes, Jane, I am!
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