Part 17 (1/2)
O, I went to a friend's house, The friend says ”Come in
Take a hot cup of coffee, O where have you been?”
It's down to the Squi-er's With a license I went, And ood Sunday clothes on, To ood Squi-er, says he
”O she's gone with a er That is not poor J D”
”It's now you surprise h'n, ”J D Matthews not married, The sun will not shi+ne!”
”Well, I think she was siht have had a man that washed the dishes and talked poetry all the time”
CHAPTER XVII THE HOUSE WITH LOG STEPS
Richett's little caravan, had not Fairy Carrie still drowsed in the carriage, keeping the Richmond adventures always present
They had parted froinian and his troop
Jonathan and Thrusty Ellen were somewhere on the road ahead, but at a point unknown to Robert and Corinne They reed to forsake the St Louis route
No one could tell where J Dhis cart
The afternoon which finally placed Rich perspective, Robert rode with Zene and lived his caain
This was partly necessary because little Carrie lay on the back carriage-seat But it was entirely agreeable, for Zene wanted to know all the particulars, and showed a flattering, not to say a stiht look at Bobaday's prowess in rescuing the distressed Said Zene:
”But what if her folks never turn up?”
”Then my pa will take her to live with us,” said Robert Day, ”and Grandett will do by her just as she does by aunt Krin and irl I'd hate to play Blind Man with her to be blinded; for seeo to sleep But it'll be a good thing to have one still child about the house: aunt Corinne fidgets so I believe, though, her folks are hunting her Look what a fuss there was about us I When people's children get lost or stolen, they hunt and hunt, and don't give it up”
In the carriage, aunt Corinne sitting by her mother, turned her head at every fifth revolution of the wheels, to see how the strange little girl fared
”Do you s'pose she will ever be clear awake, Ma Padgett?” inquired, aunt Corinne
”She'll drowse it off by and by,” replied Ma Padgett ”The rubbing I give her this , and the stuff the Richht”
”She's so pretty,” mused aunt Corinne ”I'd like to have her hair if she never wanted it any more”
”That's a covetous spirit But it puts , ”of et doll's hair”
Aunt Corinne had often heard of sister Adeline and the doll's hair, but she was glad to hear the brief tale told again in the pleasant drowsing afternoon
The Indiana landscape was beautiful in tones of green and stretches of foliage Whoever calls itcomplexions or the visible breath of Indian summer which never departs fro one day,” said Grandett, ”and went into her bedroom and threw her shawl on the bed She had company to dinner and was in a hurry It was a fine silk shaith fringe longer than ht it over the e and thought what nice doll hair it would make So by and by mother has an errand in the bedroo down behind the bed, and doesn't knohat to think Then she hears so snip, snip, and lifts up the valance and looks under the bed, and there sets Adeline cutting the fringe off her shawl! She had it half cut off”