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Favourite? No, sir; but I've said, many a time, that if Alviry went to her long home, I could not tarry here. Most women feel that way about the first-born. I've told Alviry to her face as she'd ought to have said 'No' to Laban Swiggart. Oh, the suffering that dear child has endured!
A hand drew aside the curtain that partitioned the car, and a middle- aged, faded woman holding a knife and a half-peeled potato looked in and said: "Alviry, are you right busy?" "I'm reading the home paper, ma. What do you think! that pale, tow- headed Matilda Price got the most votes in the /News/ for the prettiest girl in Gallipo /lees/." "Shush!
Mercy fairly snorted, but she was too wise to say anything farther. Ruth, however, continued: "That seems very unfair, Uncle. Many girls are 'worth their salt, as you call it, to their families. Why can't I be of use to you in time, of course?" "Ha! everyone to his job," said Uncle Jabez, brusquely. "You kin be of gre't help to your Aunt Alviry, no doubt.
Help your Aunt Alviry put breakfast on the table. She'll hev it all to do when you're gone." The tone was stern, but the girl seemed to be used to it, for her face did not cloud over, and the smiles rippled about her mouth as she replied: "I'm so full of happiness, Uncle Jabez, that you mustn't mind if I'm looking for Helen and Tom ahead of time.
She dreamed of returning to the old Red Mill and being joyfully received by Aunt Alviry and Uncle Jabez which she did!
Potter's bedroom, which was the nearest to the kitchen, and thereby the warmest. "I don't know what Jabez will say, but that child's got to git a-twixt blankets right away. It's a mercy if he ain't got his death." They drew off the stranger's outer clothing, and then Aunt Alviry left Tom to help him further disrobe and roll up in the blankets on Mr. Potter's bed.
Aunt Alvirah Boggs was "everybody's Aunt Alviry," although she really had no living kin, and Mr. Jabez Potter had brought her from the almshouse ten years or more before to act as his housekeeper. "Dunno," said Aunt Alvirah, shaking her head in answer to Mr. Cameron's question. "Ain't the first idee. You kin go in and talk to him, sir."
His other lady teacher, Miss Alviry Sawyer, she was a single-handed maiden lady long'bout wife's age, an' she didn't have a feature on earth thet a friend would seem to have a right to mention, she not bein' to blame; but she had a way o' clairin' her th'oat, sort o' polite, befo' she'd open her mouth to speak.
The young newcomer had learned a great deal about the big mill and the homestead, and about the work Aunt Alviry had to do, before the first meal was prepared. She was of much assistance, too, and when Uncle Jabez came in, after washing at the pump, but bringing a cloud of flour with him on his clothes, the old woman was seated comfortably in her chair and Ruth "dished up the dinner."
We drove up to the Swiggarts' house, and both Laban and his wife expressed great surprise at seeing us. "You're wet through, mother," said Mrs. Swiggart, "and all of a tremble." "Yes, Alviry, I've had a close call. This young man saved my life." "Nonsense," said Ajax gruffly. "I did nothing of the sort, Mrs. Skenk." "Yes, you did," she insisted, grimly obstinate. "Any ways," said Mrs.
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