Blake said little, but her face wasflushed and
grim. Oh, we sings Home, Sweet Home, an TheGipsys Warming.
Blake interesting numbers to carry home in her
basket.
Oh, we sings Home, Sweet Home, an TheGipsys
Warming.
Somebodyll comealong, an youll git me into trouble.
Now tell me: have youseen anything amiss?
Martin turned and led his horse toward the
hitch-post. Do you like the bolster left on, sir, or jest the pillows? In a
fewmoments young Martin crossed the creek.
Martin looked from his uncle to his aunt.
Martinpatted his restive horse to quiet him. Miss Sapphyturned on Nancy some while
back.
While he helped himself to sandwiches she studied
his face. Even in town houses theflybrush was part of the table service. Comeat me
with your fists, an Ill do the best I can, one against two. She keeps your
unclesroom at the mill, Martin, and she will do yours, and look afteryour
laundry.
Thecountry people called this the Hollow, or
Holler, road. She opened the bureau drawers andstood timidly hesitating before the
trunk.
Young gals has desesick spells come on em, an den
dey aint got no haid.
Her throat felt tight shut, but she knew she
mustscream, and she did. One could see it in her face,and in the shivering,
irresolute way she stood there.
One night when the miller was sitting at his
reading-table, heheard a knock at his door. You see, they were all soglad to have
any news of you and how you were doing.
When they jumped out from cover andcaught his mare
by the bit, he saw he was in for it. In a fewmoments young Martin crossed the
creek.
You say she always takescare of the mill room for
Uncle Henry? I certainly wouldnt call you by thename of anything belongin to that
Sampson. Come now, youre going to give me something, Nancy.
Sampson carried the chair out for her and planted
it under a tree.
Somebodyll comealong, an youll git me into
trouble.
See, now, Jeff chuckled, I aint done said no
compny, an herecome Sampson!