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Sit down on the edge of the bed and listen to me," demanded Laurella feverishly. She laid hold of her daughter's arm, and half pulled herself up by it, staring into Johnnie's face as she talked; and out tumbled the whole story of Gray Stoddard's disappearance. As full understanding of what her mother said came home to Johnnie, her eyes dilated in her pale face.
"I kin think of sixty-nine things it might be," said Scattergood, "but I got a feelin' it hain't none of 'em." "We shouldn't of come away on this vacation," said Mandy. "Johnnie Bones is too young a boy to leave in charge." "Johnnie Bones is a dum good lawyer, Mandy, and a dum far-seein' young man. I don't calc'late Johnnie's done us no harm. Hain't no hurry, Mandy.
If I'd been explaining for a week he couldn't have picked things up any better than he did. "Maurice hi, Maurice! Oh, 'tis you, isn't it. Well, Maurice-boy, all the night I waited for a chance to have a word with you, but ne'er a chance could I get. Early in the evening when I was fit for ladies' company Miss Foster said how proud she was to know me me, who had saved her cousin Johnnie's life.
Her attitude toward himself upon their few meetings of late had confirmed a certain distrust of her, if one may use so strong a word. She seemed afraid, almost ashamed to face him. What was it she was doing, he wondered, that she knew so perfectly he would disapprove? And then, with the return of the books, the dropping of Johnnie's education, came the abrupt end of those informal letters.
She had been under a strain in anticipating the ordeal of meeting Johnnie's mistress, and she had discovered her to be a very sweet, warm-hearted girl. As for Johnnie, he had a miserably happy half-hour. He had brought his hat in with him and he did not know how to dispose of it. What he did do was to keep it revolving in his hands.
For just before them were two of those boys whom he feared! as if they had sprung from a seam in the sidewalk! They were staring at the taxicab. Now they were following on! Johnnie's jaw set; his teeth clenched. He steeled himself to bear public insult. Too many children had now brought the taxicab down to a crawling gait. Slowly it rolled on through shouting, Sunday-garbed youngsters.
Her voice vied with Johnnie's in its notes of excitement and pleasure, and to more than one who heard her it seemed that their first impression was correct, that a little child had come to them, and that the tall, graceful maiden was a myth. "Merry Christmas, Amy!" cried the voice of Webb on the stairs. The child vanished instantly, and a blushing girl let fall the half-emptied stocking.
After supper I'll ride Twinkleheels over the hill and ask the boys to pick currants with me in the morning." Farmer Green and his wife listened to this speech with amazement. "I never heard of a boy that liked to pick currants," said Johnnie's father. "Still, you can try if you want to." "Come home before it gets dark!" said his mother. "Look out for that pony!" Farmer Green exclaimed.
The moment he spied Johnnie's preparations, he began to protest. "No! no!" he objected. "It's cold! It's cold!" He whirled his chair in an attempt to escape. But Johnnie had a fine device for just this problem. "Oh, Grandpa!" he reminded coaxingly as he filled the wash basin with warm water out of the teakettle, "don't you remember that you jus' was in a big battle? And there's mud on your face!"
Johnnie's heart stopped beating, his ears sang, his throat knotted as if paralyzed, and the skin on the back of his head crinkled; while in all those uneven thickets of his tawny, tea-stained hair, small, dreadful winds stirred, and he seemed to lift horribly away from the floor.
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