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They must have been gone a good while, for there's no work done on the truck-patch. I guess they went up to the Nooning-Spring place Mandy said they talked of moving there. We might go and see. Mandy" she hesitated, and looked questioningly at her uncle "Mandy's been awful good to all of us, and she liked Mr. Stoddard." "We'll try it," said Pros Passmore, and they set out together.
Say, I seen you in the hall did you know who you was talking to?" The red flooded Johnnie's face as she knelt before her loom interrogating its workings with a dexterous hand; even the white nape of her neck showed pink to Mandy's examining eye; but she managed to reply in a fairly even tone: "Yes, that was Mr. Stoddard. I saw him yesterday evening when I was coming down the Ridge with Shade."
"That would be their way," said Rebecca Wright. "They never was any hand to complain, though Mandy's less cheerful than Ann. If Mandy 'd been spared such poor eyesight, an' Ann hadn't got her lame wrist that wa'n't set right, they'd kep' off the town fast enough. They both shed tears when they talked to me about havin' to break up, when I went to see 'em before I went over to brother Asa's.
Mandy called, determined that none of the village doings should escape her. "Out wid it!" "Well, it's 'bout de circus," Hasty answered? seating himself again on the box. "Dey's showin' in Wakefield to-night, and next month dey's comin' here." "Dat same circus what Miss Polly used to be wid?" Mandy's eyes grew large with curiosity. "De very same," and Hasty nodded mysteriously. "How you know dat?"
"Mos' de sociable folks will mos' likely be hangin' roun' de parsonage to-night, 'stead ob stayin' in de Sunday-school-room, whar dey belongs. Las' time dat ere Widow Willoughby done set aroun' all ebenin' a-tellin' de parson as how folks could jes' eat off'n her kitchen floor, an' I ups an' tells her as how folks could pick up a good, squar' meal off'n MANDY'S floor, too.
It was Mandy's voice, bold and strong. "Your man?" said the M.P.P., laughing down into the coarse flushed face. "Yes, OUR man!" cried Isa MacKenzie back at him. "And a winner, you may be sure." "Ah, happy man!" exclaimed the M.P.P. "Who would not win with such backers? Why, I would win myself, Miss Isa, were you to back me so.
It was the Indian boy, clad in a white night robe of Mandy's providing, his rifle in his hand, his face ghastly in the moonlight and his eyes burning like flames of light. One cry he uttered, weird, fierce, unearthly, but it seemed to pierce like a knife through the stillness that had fallen. Awed, sobered, paralyzed, the Indians stood motionless.
I'm ashamed to go home an' see what's set out for supper. I wish I'd brought 'em right along." "I was goin' to ask if we couldn't git the new doctor to go up an' do somethin' for poor Ann's arm," said Miss Rebecca. "They say he's very smart. If she could get so's to braid straw or hook rugs again, she'd soon be earnin' a little somethin'. An' may be he could do somethin' for Mandy's eyes.
As Cameron was passing out from the kitchen he heard her bitter declaration: "I don't care, it was real mean of you, and I'll pay you for it yet, Mr. Perkins before a stranger, too." Mandy's voice suggested tears. "Oh, pshaw, Mandy!" remonstrated Perkins, "it was all a joke, and who cares for him anyway, unless it's yourself?"
Then she heard Mandy's thin, flatted tones announcing: "This hyer girl wants to git a job in the mill. Miz Bence, she cain't come down this morning you'll have to git somebody to tend her looms till noon; Pap, he's sick, and she has obliged to wait on him so I brung the new gal." "All right," said the man she addressed. "She can wait there; you go on to your looms."
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