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Atterson or Sister came to the house; but in his sour, gloomy way, Sam Dickerson seemed to be grateful. Hiram kept away, as there was nothing he could do to help them. And he saw when Pete chanced to pass him, that the youth felt no more kindly toward him than he had before. "Well, let him be as ugly as he wants to be only let him keep away from the place and let our things alone," thought Hiram.
"Well!" returned Sister, thoughtfully. "If you can stand 'em I can. I never did think I could forgive 'em all so mean they was to me and the hair-pulling and all. "But I guess you're right, Mis' Atterson. It's heapin' coals of fire on their heads, like what the minister at the chapel says." "Good Land o' Goshen, child!" exclaimed the old lady, briskly.
As for Old Lem Camp, he was as cheerful as Hiram had ever seen him, and showed a deal of interest in everything about the farm, and had proved himself, as Mrs. Atterson had prophesied, a great help. Scarcely a house along the road was not shut up and the dooryard deserted for everybody was going to the barbecue. All but the Dickerson family. Sam was at work in the fields, and the haggard Mrs.
Pete fought shy of Hiram these days, and as the summer waned the young farmer gradually became less watchful and expectant of trouble from the direction of the west boundary of the Atterson Eighty. But there was little breathing spell for him in the work of the farm. "When we lay by the corn, you bet dad an' me goes fishing!" Henry Pollock told Hiram, one day.
There was a canning factory which put up string beans, corn, and tomatoes; but the prices per hundred-weight for these commodities did not encourage Hiram to advise Mrs. Atterson to try and raise anything for the canneries. A profit could not be made out of such crops on a one-horse farm.
It seemed pretty well settled that the survey along the edge of the Atterson Eighty would be the route selected. And, if that was the case, why did Pepper not try to exercise his option? Mr. Strickland had said that there was no way by which the real estate man's hand could be forced; so they had to abide Pepper's pleasure.
The idea seemed a happy one to all the girls save the cry-baby, Myra Carroll. And her complaints were drowned in the laughter and chatter of the others. Hiram picked up the tools, Sister got the string of fish, and they set out for the Atterson farmhouse. Lettie chatted most of the way with Hiram; but to Sister, walking on the other side of the young farmer, the Western girl never said a word.
But she listened attentively to what he had to say about clearing the bottom land, which was a much more easily accomplished task, as Hiram showed her. It would cost something to put the land into shape for late corn, and so prepare it for some more valuable crop the following season. "Well, nothing ventured, nothing have!" Mrs. Atterson finally agreed.
Atterson, and for my laundry, and buy a new suit of overalls and a pair of shoes occasionally. "No, sir!" concluded Hiram. "There's nothing in it. Not for a fellow like me, at any rate. I'd better be back on the farm and I wish I was there now." He had been to church that morning; but after the late dinner at his boarding house had set out on this lonely walk.
"Perhaps he is waiting to make sure that the railroad will condemn a piece of Mrs. Atterson's farm. If the board should change the route again, Pepper would have a farm on his hands that he might not be able to sell immediately at a profit. "For we must confess, that sixteen hundred dollars, as farms have sold in the past around here, is a good price for the Atterson place.
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