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Brown, Alice, 1857-1948

"Tiverton Tales"


"You see," said David soothingly, "we're goin' to be together as long
as we live. It ain't as if we'd got to rake an' scrape an' plan to git
a minute alone, as it used to be, now is it? An' after the fencin' 's
done, an' the thrashin', an' we've got nothin' on our minds, we'll take
both horses an' go to Star Pond. Come, now! Be a good girl!"
The world seemed very quiet because Letty was holding silence, and he
looked anxiously down at the top of her head. Then she relented a
little and turned her face up to his--her rebellious eyes and unsteady
mouth. But meeting the loving honesty of his look, her heart gave a
great bound of allegiance, and she laughed aloud.
"There!" she said. "Have it so. I won't say another word. _I_ don't
care!"
These were David's unconscious victories, born, not of his strength or
tyranny, but out of the woman's maternal comprehension, her lavish
concession of all the small things of life to the one great code. She
had taken him for granted, and thenceforth judged him by the intention
and not the act.
David was bending to kiss her, but he stopped midway, and his arm fell.
"There's Debby Low," said he. "By jinks! I ain't more 'n half a man
when she's round, she makes me feel so sheepish.


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