Part 2 (2/2)
Lizzie laughed, nervously. ”Well? Seems queer; but--will you?”
Nathaniel, waking from his troubled dream, said, patiently: ”What did you say? I ask your pardon; I was not listening.”
”Why,” Lizzie said, her face very red, ”I was just saying--if--if you didn't mind getting married, Nathaniel, you could come and live with me?”
”Married?” he said, vacantly. ”To whom?”
”Me,” she said.
Nathaniel turned toward her in astonishment. ”Married!” he repeated.
”If you lived with me, you could finish the machine; there's an attic over my house; I guess it's big enough. Only, we'd _have_ to be married, I'm afraid. Jonesville is a mean place, Nathaniel. We'd have to be married. But you could finish the machine.”
He stood up, trembling, the tears suddenly running down his face.
_”Finish it?”_ he said, in a whisper. ”Oh, you are not deceiving me? You would not deceive me?”
”I don't see why you couldn't finish it,” she told him, kindly. ”But, Nathaniel, mind, I am poor. You wouldn't get as good victuals even as you would at the Farm. And you'd have to marry me, or folks would talk about me. But you could finish your machine.”
Nathaniel lifted his dim eyes to heaven.
III
”Well,” said Mrs. b.u.t.terfield, ”I suppose you know your own business.
But my goodness sakes alive!”
”I just thought I'd tell you,” Lizzie said.
”But, Lizzie Graham! you ain't got the means.”
”I can feed him.”
”There's his clothes; why, my land--”
”I told Hiram Wells that if the town would see to his clothes, I'd do the rest. They'd have to clothe him if he went to the Farm.”
”Well,” said Mrs. b.u.t.terfield, ”I never in all my born days--Lizzie, now _don't_. My goodness,--I--I ain't got no words! Why, his victuals--”
”He ain't hearty. Sam Dyer told me he wa'n't hearty.”
”Well, then, Sam Dyer had better feed him, 'stid o' puttin' it onto you!”
Lizzie was silent. Then she said, with a short sigh, ”Course if I could 'a' just taken him in an' kep' him--but you said folks would talk--”
”Well, I guess so. Course they'd talk--you know this place. You've always been well thought of in Jonesville, but that would 'a' been the end of you, far as bein' respectable goes.”
”Well, you can't say this ain't respectable.”
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