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"Martha Meech must be worse," said Mrs. Hollis. "The up-stairs blinds have been closed all day." Sandy pushed back the apple-dumpling which Aunt Melvy had made at his special request. "Perhaps I can be helping them," he said as he rose from the table. When he came back he sat for a long time with his head on his hand. "Is she much worse?" asked Mrs. Hollis.
I had a division jes 'fore daybreak; dey ain't no luck worser den to dream 'bout a tooth fallin' out. Oh, Lordy! Lordy! I hope he ain't gwine die!" "Hush, Aunt Melvy! Where's Mrs. Hollis?" "She's out in de kitchen, heatin' water an' waitin' on de doctor. She won't let me do nuthin'. Seems lak workin' sorter lets off her feelin's. Pore Miss Sue!"
"I lef her to clean up, an' to put de 'taters on to bile, an' to shoo de flies offen de twinses, an' I wisht you 'd look at her!" Nell Tracy, who had come down with Aunt Melvy from the big house on the hill, viewed the culprit ruefully. 'Mazin' Grace was Aunt Melvy's eighth daughter, and had been named for her mother's favorite hymn, which began "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound."
He assiduously practised the two-step in the back room of the post-office when the other clerk was out for lunch; he tried elaborate and ornate bows upon Aunt Melvy, who considered even the mildest "reel chune" a direct communication from the devil. The moment the post-office closed he hastened to Dr. Fenton's, where Annette was taking him through a course of private lessons. Dr.
"She told Jane Lewis that she was g-going to have some g-good luck, and the v-very next week her aunt died and left her a turquoise-ring!" "Yas, chile," said Aunt Melvy, bending over the fire to light her pipe; "I been habin' divisions for gwine on five year. Dat's what made me think I wuz gwine git religion; but hit ain't come yit not yit. I'm a mourner an' a seeker."
"Aunt Melvy, do you tell fortunes by palmistry?" asked Ruth. "Yas'm; I reckon dat's what you call hit. I tells by de tea-leaves. Lor', Miss Rufe, you sutenly put me in min' o' yer grandmaw! She kerried her haid up in de air jus' lak you do, an' she wuz jus' as putty as you is, too. We libed in de ole plantation what's done burned down now, an' I lubed my missus I sutenly did.
"You gwine raise chickens an' chillun." "Ugh!" said Annette as the other girls laughed; "are his eyes b-blue?" Aunt Melvy pondered over the leaves. "Well, now, 'pears to me he's sorter dark-complected an' fat, like Mr. Sid Gray," she said. "Never!" declared Annette. "I loathe Sid." "Tell my future!" cried Martha, pushing her cup forward eagerly.
Hollis bit her lip and heroically refrained from expressing her mind. "He's a mighty purty chile," said Aunt Melvy, tentatively. "He's a common tramp," said Mrs. Hollis. After supper, arranging a tray with a snowy napkin and a steaming bowl of broth, Mrs. Hollis went up to the sick-room.
With a sudden descent from his ethereal mood he pounced upon her and, in spite of violent protestations, danced her madly down the walk and deposited her breathless upon the milk-bench. "He's getting worse all the time," she complained to Aunt Melvy, who had watched the performance with great glee. "Yas,'m," said Aunt Melvy, with a fond look at his retreating figure.
Nelson was, and he had returned with the astonishing report that she was sixty-one. "But you didn't ask her age?" cried Mrs. Hollis, horrified. Sandy looked perplexed. "I said what ye bid me," he declared. Everything he did, in fact, seemed to be wrong; and everything he said, to bring a smile. He confided many a woe to Aunt Melvy as he sat on the kitchen steps in the evenings.
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