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At such a time, I could not refuse, though the emotions with which I crossed over to the school-house to perform this grim duty, were of a nature best known to, and appreciated by, myself. My terror of the Wallencamp horn had waxed daily. I believed that there was nothing in the whole world of inanimate things on which I would not sooner have attempted to sound a funeral dirge.
I had neither umbrella, portmanteau, nor shawl-strap; such ordinary paraphernalia of travel I remembered once to have possessed, and tried in vain to recall the particular occasions on which they had been wrecked in Wallencamp.
On my proposing to make it lucrative, he immediately called, in a loud voice, to one of the playful occupants of the dépôt: "Hi, thar! 'Rasmus! 'Rasmus! Here's a lady wants to be conveyed down to Wallencamp; you run home and tackle, now! You be lively, now!" 'Rasmus was lively.
There's some folks to be made up to, and there's some folks, jest as good, to be stepped on. And Dave Rollin what does he think of Wallencamp folks, anyway? He wouldn't take the trouble to kick 'em out of his road; he'd jest step on 'em, and he's steppin' on Beck Weir. He don't care enough about her to let her alone." "Wall, I don't know!" said Grandma. "What's he stayin' for, then?" "Staying!
I had the correct answer on my tongue's end." During this brief exchange between the stars of the Wallencamp debate ground, murmurs of appreciative applause arose from the group of bystanders, and "Pretty tight pinch for you, Captain!" and "Three cheers for Bachelder! ye can't git ahead of Bachelder!" sprang delightedly from lip to lip.
I knew that this last clause was not designed as a personal thrust by Madeline, yet I could not help musing a little over it, smilingly, after she had gone. The fiction, of which I was living a part, in Wallencamp, was taking on, it seemed to me, a tinge even of the tragic perplexities were deepening. I was becoming, more than ever, the suffering though exalted heroine of a romance.
On all occasions, afterwards, there was a marked and cheerful variety in the nature of the droppers-in at the Ark the children and all the young men and maidens making their appearance with a promiscuousness which precluded the possibility of design but to-night the Wallencamp mind had evidently aimed at some great system of conventionality, and had been eminently successful in evolving a plan.
One day, I set myself with a sort of listless fidelity to the summing up of my accounts. I found, on deducting the amount of my actual expenses from the sum total of my earnings in Wallencamp, that I had sixty-two cents left! The revelation caused me some surprise; strangely little perturbation of spirit.
And with this amicable conclusion, the two stars withdrew. George Olver sometimes rose in meeting and made a few remarks indicative of a manly spirit and much sound common sense. He was very fond of Rebecca, that was plain. Her continued indifference to him made him sore at heart, and the people in Wallencamp suggested that on this account he was more serious than he would otherwise have been.
"This isn't what I meant to say, any of it;" he sighed angrily. "It's just what I meant not to say confound it! You've done gloriously; you've played the thing through to perfection; you've made an inimitable success of it; but Wallencamp doesn't offer scope wide enough for your powers.
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