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Jim was doing a sum on the brown paper that came over the basket, and presently he looked up and said slowly: "Ma, I guess we can't have the turkey this year. I kin sell it fer a dollar seventy-five, and that would buy us hog-meat fer a good while." Mrs. Wiggs's face fell, and she twisted her apron-string in silence.
"No, it's them ole wheels," he said fretfully, "them wheels at the fact'ry; when I git to sleep they keep on wakin' me up." Mrs. Wiggs's hands were rough and knotted, but love taught them to be gentle as she smoothed his hot head. "Want me to tell you 'bout the country, Jim?" she asked. Since he was a little boy he had loved to hear of their old home in the valley.
Wiggs's washing supplied the demands of the family; but by the end of January the clouds had gathered thicker than before. Mrs. Wiggs's heart was heavy, one night, as she tramped home through the snow after a hard day's work. The rent was due, the coal was out, and only a few potatoes were left in the barrel.
Jim had a piece of old carpet about him, and coughed with almost every breath. Mrs. Wiggs's head was in her hands, and the tears that trickled through her crooked fingers hissed as they fell on the stove. It was the first time Jim had ever seen her give up. "Seems like we'll have to ast fer help, Jim," she said. "I can't ast fer credit at Mr.
Can't you git right out an' come in? We 're havin' a birthday party an' a benefit dance fer Chris Hazy's leg." "No, thanks," said Redding, trying in vain not to look at Mrs. Wiggs's head. "We just stopped by to tell you the good news." "'Bout Asia's position?" asked Mrs. Wiggs, eagerly. "Yes, about that, and something else besides.
I jes' do the best I kin where the good Lord put me at, an' it looks like I got a happy feelin' in me 'most all the time." Lucy sat silent for a while, gazing out of the window. Mrs. Wiggs's philosophy was having its effect. Presently she rose and untied the bundle she held. "Here is a dress I brought for Asia," she said, shaking out the folds of a soft crepon. "Umph, umph!
Have you got so much to brag on, that you kin go to pickin' him to pieces? Do you suppose I'd 'a' dared to judge Mr. Wiggs that away? Why, Mr. Wiggs's nose was as long as a clothespin; but I would no more 'a' thought of his nose without him than I would 'a' thought of him without the nose." "Well, what do you think I'd orter do 'bout it?" asked Miss Hazy.
Taking everything into consideration, the prospects had been most flattering. Mr. Stubbins, sitting in Mrs. Wiggs's most comfortable chair, with a large slice of pumpkin-pie in his hand, and with Miss Hazy opposite arrayed in Mrs. Schultz's black silk, had declared himself ready to marry at once. And Mrs.
Wiggs's heart by Jim's death could never be filled, but time was beginning to soften her grief, and the necessity for steady employment kept her from brooding over her trouble. It was still needful to maintain the strictest economy, for half the money which had been given them was in Miss Olcott's keeping as a safeguard against another rainy day. Mrs.
"I was jes' that pleased I set down an' bust out cryin'. We made a sorter box to hold it, an' chinked it up with cement, an' las' Sunday me an' the childern took it out an' fixed it up on Mr. Wiggs's grave. Some day we are going to make Jimmy one; you know Jimmy's my boy that's dead."
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