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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I warned you never to lift your hand against me. If you hit me with that I'll kill you in your tracks!" Ollie's heart leaped at the words; hot blood came into her face with a surge. She clasped her hands to her breast in new fervor, and lifted her face as one speeding a thankful prayer.
And now, as Alice approached, Ollie's mother gave her a hard, resentful look, and put her arm about her daughter as if to protect her from any physical indignities which Alice might be bent on offering. Ollie shrank against her mother, her hair bright above her somber garb, as if it was the one spot in her where any of the sunshine of her past remained.
After a week, which George enjoyed to the fullest extent, while Kate made the best of everything, they put away the coffee pot and frying pan, folded the comforts, and went back to Aunt Ollie's for dinner; then to Walden in the afternoon. Because Mrs. Holt knew they would be there that day she had the house clean and the best supper she could prepare ready for them.
"It'll not do for you to be found here all dressed up that way." "What will you tell them what will you say?" she insisted, whispering. "Go upstairs; let me do the talking," he answered, waving her away. A heavy foot struck the porch, a heavy hand beat a summons on the door. Ollie's white dress gleamed a moment in the dark passage leading to the stairs, the flying end of her veil glimmered.
In a moment she heard the sleeper's bed squeaking in its rickety old joints as her husband shook him and cut short his snore in the middle of a long flourish. "Turn out of here!" shouted Isom in his most terrible voice which was to Ollie's ears indeed a dreadful sound "turn out and git into your duds!"
I know it'll be mighty nice for you to be one of the fine folks and they're big reasons why you ought, but it's goin' to take a mighty good man to match you a mighty good man. And it's the man you've got to live with, not his money." "Ollie's good, Daddy," she returned in a low voice, her eyes fixed upon the floor. "I know, I know," replied Jim.
He had beaten that weakness in himself to death with the club of abstinence; for himself he could live happily on what he had been accustomed to eating for thirty years and more. But as long as the investment of ham and milk paid interest in kitchen as well as field, Isom was grudgingly willing to see them consumed. Ollie's brightening was only physical.
She was roused by hearing Ollie's voice close behind her. "Oh, Lucy, let's go up-stairs, and get the room ready for you. I must move the things in my closet, and make enough bare nails for your dresses." So the two girls went up-stairs together, and the afternoon was passed in preparations for the coming week.
After a while he came back with more broth and a plate of delicate toast. "Try this," he said. "I made it myself." Kate ate ravenously. "That's good!" she cried. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to take you out to Aunt Ollie's for a week after school to-night. Want to go?" "Yes! Oh, yes!" cried Kate. "All right," he said. "I know where I can borrow a rig for an hour.
Not even Young Matt, nor my Daddy would do it; and I don't guess they're afraid of anything anything that's alive, I mean. You're sure different, Dad; plumb different. I reckon it must be the city that does it. And that's what I've come to see you about this evenin'. You see Ollie's been a tellin' me a lot about folks and things way over there."
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