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Bronson had put his hand on Hiram's shoulder, and urged him down the length of the room. They had come to a heavy portiere; Hiram thought it masked a doorway. "Here is the fellow himself," exclaimed Bronson suddenly. The curtain was whisked away. Hiram heard Lettie giggling somewhere in the folds of it.
Only to make fun of. And I wish I hadn't come." Hiram was smitten dumb for a moment. He had danced once with Lettie, but the other town girls had given him no opportunity to do so. And it was plain that Lettie's school friends preferred the few boys who had come up from town to any of the farmers' sons who had come to the husking. "I guess you're right, Sister.
"Why, we want them for teacher," explained Alice. "I don't," declared Jimmie. "Boys never bring the teacher flowers; that is unless they don't want to be kept in when there's a ball game. But don't you like pussy willows, Aunt Lettie?" "Oh, no indeed," she answered. "I don't like cats of any description." "But these are only pussy willows," said Alice.
The excitement that had seized upon Cotherstone in face of that public taunting of him died away in the silence of his own house when Lettie and Bent returned home in the course of the afternoon they found him unusually cool and collected.
This same girl hung around the cliff till she found a secret place where two people put their letters. She comes in here and tells me I've no business taggin' her. What business had she robbin' folks of letters, stealin' 'em out, and givin' 'em into wicked hands? Lettie, you know whose letter you took when you could reach far enough to git it out, and you know where you put it.
"What's that?" exclaimed Lettie, who was just then handing the young barrister a tumbler of whisky and soda which Bent had mixed for him. "Somebody running hurriedly up the drive as if something had happened! Surely you're not going to be fetched out again, father?"
Sophie got up a charming storm of regret and wrath, neither at my father for sending for me, nor at myself for going, but for the mysterious third personality that created the need for my departure. Miss Lettie seemed to regret my coming absence still more than Sophie.
It might be well, thought Brereton, that Bent's wife should be so calm and equable of temperament, for Bent, on his return to England, meant to go in for politics, and Lettie would doubtless make an ideal help-meet for a public man. She would face situations with a cool head and a well-balanced judgment and so, in that respect, all was well.
After the ball game, which I told you about last night, all the players, and those who had looked on, and Uncle Wiggily, the umpire, started for home. On the way they talked of how kind Aunt Lettie was. "She's the kindest person I have ever known," said Uncle Wiggily, as he limped along on his crutch that Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had gnawed out of a cornstalk for him. "She is very Oh dear! Oh me!
"Husking corn, Miss, with Henry Pollock, down on the bottom-land." "Oh! way down there? Well! you tell him Why, I'll want you to come, too," laughed Lettie, quite at her best now. Nobody could fail to answer Lettie Bronson's smile with its reflection, when she chose to exert herself in that direction.
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