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"Yes uncle Rolf has let the farm only think of it! he has let the farm to that Didenhover." "Didenhover!" "For two years." "Did you tell him what you knew about him?" "Yes, but it was too late the mischief was done." Aunt Miriam went on skimming out her cruller with a very grave face. "How came your uncle to do so without learning about him first?"
"Why what are those bars down for?" she said as they came up with a field of winter grain. "Somebody's been in here with a wagon. O grandpa! Mr. Didenhover has let the Shakers have my butternuts! the butternuts that you told him they mustn't have." The old gentleman drew up his horse. "So he has!" said he.
"There ha'n't been anything right, to my notions, for a long spell," said Barby, wringing out her dish-cloth hard, and flinging it down, to give herself uninterruptedly to talk; "but now you see, Didenhover, nor none of the men, never comes near the house to do a chore; and there aint wood to last three days; and Hugh aint fit to cut it if it was piled up in the yard; and there aint the first stick of it out of the woods yet."
"So I see," said Mr. Ringgan. "How do you find the new way of curing them answer?" "Fine as ever you see. Sweet as a nut. The cattle are mad after them. How are you going to be off for fodder this winter?" "It's more than I can tell you," said Mr. Ringgan. "There ought to be more than plenty; but Didenhover contrives to bring everything out at the wrong end. I wish I was rid of him."
Didenhover; Mrs. Rossitur would fain have suggested that such an important person must be well paid; but neither of them spoke. "Of course," said Mr. Rossitur haughtily as he went on with his walk, "I do not expect any more than you to live in the back-woods the life we have been leading here. That is at an end." "Is it a very wild country?" asked Mrs. Rossitur of the doctor.
Rossitur, more low-spirited and gloomy than ever, seemed to have no heart to anything. He would have worked, perhaps, if he could have done it alone; but to join Didenhover and his men, or any other gang of workmen, was too much for his magnanimity. He helped nobody but Fleda.
"Didenhover's cleared out," he burst forth, at length, abruptly. "What!" said Fleda and Barby at once, the broom and the biscuits standing still. "Mr. Didenhover." "What of him?" "He has tuk himself off out o' town." "Where to?" "I can't tell where teu he aint coming back, tain't likely." "How do you know?"
Didenhover ha'n't fetched any of this year's home; so I made a bargain with 'em they shouldn't starve as long as they'd eat boiled pursley." "What do you give them?" "'Most everything they ain't particler now-a days chunks o' cabbage, and scarcity, and pun'kin and that all the sass that ain't wanted." "And do they eat that?" "Eat it!" said Barby. "They don't know how to thank me for't!"
"He's a smart-lookin' feller," said Cynthy, who was pouring out the tea. "And we have got the greatest quantity of nuts!" Fleda went on, "enough for all winter. Cynthy and I will have to make ever so many journeys to fetch 'em all; and they are splendid big ones. Don't you say anything to Mr. Didenhover, Cynthy." "I don't desire to meddle with Mr.
Didenhover; Mrs. Rossitur would fain have suggested that such an important person must be well paid; but neither of them spoke. "Of course," said Mr. Rossitur, haughtily, as he went on with his walk, "I do not expect, any more than you, to live in the back woods the life we have been leading here. That is at an end." "Is it a very wild country?" asked Mrs. Rossitur of the doctor.
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