Part 19 (1/2)
”You couldn't prove any right to her,” observed the lawyer
”No, I couldn't,” replied Grand soht I to let her go to them that would mistreat her?”
”She may be their child,” said the lawyer ”People have been known to maltreat their children before You only infer that they stole her”
Aunt Corinne told her nephew in a slightly guarded whisper, that she never had seen such a ht to prove it before they get her, then,” said Grandht to prove it”
”And they ht here in the place,” she continued ”I'o on to-night,” exclaio on to Indianapolis, and that's where the governor lives, Zene says; and e told the governor, he'd put the pig-headed folks in jail”
Sestion by the elders, Robert and Corinne bobbed their heads in unison and discussed it in whispers together
The woman of the house locked up that part which let out upon the log steps, before she conducted her guests to supper She was a partisan of Grandett's
At table the brown-eyed child whoett still held upon her lap, refused food and continued to deainst the old lady's shoulder seeing every crack in the walls, every dish upon the cloth, the laho sat opposite, and the concerned faces of Bobaday and Corinne Supper was too good to be slighted, in spite of Carrie's dangerous position The man of the house was a Quaker, and while his wife stood up to wait on the table, he repeatedly asked her in a thee-and-thou language highly edifying to aunt Corinne, for certain pickles and jaht them one after the other, he helped the children plentifully, twinkling his eyes at theood in his way as the jams
”And won't thee have some-in a sasser?” he inquired tenderly of Carrie, ”and set up and feed thyself? Thee ought to give thy grandame a chance to eat her bite--don't thee be a selfish little dear”
”I wantthis twinkle-eyed childless father into her confidence ”I'ive irl to wait ort thyself,” said the Quaker, not understanding the signs his wife made to him
”She doesn't live at your house,” pursued the child ”She lives at papa's house”
”Where is papa's house?” inquired the lawyer helping hihts
”It's away off Away over the woods”
”And what's papa's name?”
Carrie appeared to consider the questioner rather than the question, and for some unexpressed reason, remained silent
”Mother,” said the Quaker frooodness of his heart, ”doesn't thee mind that da'y and shake for it? Soue, doesn't thee think?”
”It's in the far pantry on a high shelf,” said the wohtly
”I can reach it down”
”No, I'll bring it myself The jars are too crowded on that shelf for a'e considerably under his gray eyebrohile his wife took another light and went after the da began at the front door, and the Quaker rose at once from his place to answer it
[Illustration: ”COME TO MAMMA”]