I guess it's that eye
o' her'n. It goes through ye like a needle."
Letty laughed light-heartedly, and looked down the path across the lot.
Debby, a little, bent old woman, was toiling slowly along, a large
carpet-bag swinging from one hand. Letty drew a long breath and tried
to feel resigned.
"She's got on her black alpaca," said she. "She's comin' to spend the
day!"
David answered her look with one of commiseration, and, gathering up
his wrench and oil, "put for" the barn.
"I'd stay, if I could do any good," he said hastily, "but I can't. I
might as well stan' from under."
Debby threw her empty carpet-bag over the stone wall, and followed it,
clambering slowly and painfully. Her large feet were clad in congress
boots; and when she had alighted, she regarded them with deep
affection, and slowly wiped them upon either ankle, a stork-like
process at which David, safe in the barn, could afford to smile.
"If it don't rain soon," she called fretfully, "I guess you'll find
yourselves alone an' forsaken, like pelicans in the wilderness. Anybody
must want to see ye to traipse up through that lot as I've been doin',
an' git their best clo'es all over dirt."
"You could ha' come in the road," said Letty, smiling.
Pages:
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147