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Thorpe had been told her husband's secret, and that she had lovingly devoted herself to him, as comforter and companion to the last. When the doctor paid his regular visit to the invalid, the next morning, he was called on immediately for an answer to the important question of when Zack would be fit to travel.
"Shucks! Dat ain' no fun!" Zack contemptuously asserted. "Knuckles is cu'ious things, knuckles is; an' dar ain' no sense gittin' all riled up 'bout 'em, no way. Didn' I never tell you 'bout de bantam hen dat got her knuckles scyared up wid de water snake?" "No, you didn't! But tell me first 'bout mine!" The little boy was trotting to keep up now, and the old man lengthened his strides.
Great confusion and disturbance ensued, amid which Zack supported the demand of his fellow-student perhaps a little too warmly.
"'Co'se dey ain't no ghosts," say' Zack Badget, whut dat 'fear'd ob ghosts he ain't dar' come to li'l' black Mose's house ef de school-teacher ain't ercompany him. "Go 'long wid your ghosts!" say' li'l' black Mose's ma. "What' yo' pick up dat nomsense?" say' he pa. "Dey ain't no ghosts." An' dat whut all dat s'prise-party 'low: dey ain't no ghosts.
Now she glanced shyly at Zack only by moments at a time, and only when he was hardest at work with his port-crayon to assure herself that he was always in the same good humor, and likely to receive her little present kindly, and with some appearance of being pleased to see what pains she had taken with it.
He had duly weighed matters for and against, and found that the squire was too powerful for a pleasant quarrel, and too big to injure with impunity. 'Wal, Robert, so yer raisin' a sawmill! he had uttered in a tone of no agreeable surprise. Mr. Wynn pointed to Davidson, and left him to settle that point of rivalry. 'We wull divide the custom o' the country, neebor Zack, quoth the other.
" began Zack, indignantly. "He's going, sir," interrupted Mrs. Peckover. "I shall be upstairs in a moment." "Come in, dear, pray! You're letting all the cold air into the room," exclaimed the voice of Mrs. Blyth. The door of the room closed again. "What are you driving at?" asked Zack, in extreme bewilderment. "I only want you to give her some other present," said Mrs.
Thorpe, looking and speaking straight at the portrait of the Reverend Aaron Yollop. "You can't fob me off with long words, which I don't understand, and which I don't believe you can find in Johnson's Dictionary," continued Mr. Goodworth doggedly. "You would do much better to take my advice, and let Zack go to church, for the present, at his mother's knees.
While carrying this into the house Zack graphically made known the drama in the pasture which may or may not have been the reason why, an hour later as she moved about the flowers, the old gentleman several times wondered why he had never before remarked the beauty of her voice. This dinner was a new institution at Arden.
Zack knocked the man down before he could use the rolling-pin which he had snatched up on their appearance; while the stranger coolly took a hat that stood on the dresser, and jammed it tight with one smack of his large hand on young Thorpe's bare head. The next moment they were out in a court into which the kitchen opened, and were running at the top of their speed.
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