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.In his sister's opinion he made one exceedingly rash statement.He said that he wished to hire Mrs.Denson's sister for the summer.Mrs.Denson immediately sent a shrill call for Louise.Then appeared the Countess, tall, gaunt and muscular, with sallow skin and a nervous manner."The front seat or walk!" declared Miss Whitmore, mentally, after a brief scrutiny and began storing up a scathing rebuke for J.G."Louise, this is Miss Whitmore," began Mrs.Denson, cheerfully, fortified by a fresh lungful of air."They're after yuh t' go an' keep house for 'em, an' I guess yuh better go, seein' we got the house cleaned all but whitewashin' the cellar an' milk room an' kals'minin' the upstairs, an' I'll make Bill do that, an' 't won't hurt him a mite.They'll give yuh twenty-five dollars a month an' keep yuh all summer, an' as much longer as his sister stays.I guess yuh might as well go, fer they can't git anybody else that'll keep things up in shape an' be comp'ny fer his sister, an' I b'lieve in helpin' a neighbor out when yuh can.You go right an' pack up yer trunk, an' don't worry about me—I'll git along somehow, now the house-cleanin's most done."Louise had been talking also, but her sister seemed to have a stronger pair of lungs, for her voice drowned that of the Countess, who retreated to "pack up."The minutes dragged by, to the tune of several chapters of family history as voluminously interpreted by Mrs.Denson.Miss Whitmore had always boasted the best-behaved of nerves, but this day she developed a genuine case of "fidgets." Once she saw Chip's face turned inquiringly toward the window, and telegraphed her state of mind—while Mrs.Denson's back was turned—so eloquently that Chip was swept at once into sympathetic good-fellowship.He arranged the cushion on the front seat significantly, and was rewarded by an emphatic, though furtive, nod and smile.Whereupon he leaned comfortably back, rolled a cigarette and smoked contentedly, at peace with himself and the world—though he did not in the least know why."An' as I told Louise, folks has got t' put up with things an' not be huntin' trouble with a club all the time, if they expect t' git any comfort out uh this life.We ain't had the best uh luck, seems t' me, but we always git along somehow, an' we ain't had no sickness except when—"A confused uproar arose in the room above them, followed, immediately by a humpety bump and a crash as a small, pink object burst open a door and rolled precipitately into their midst.It proved to be one of the little Densons, who kicked feebly with both feet and then lay still."Mercy upon us! Ellen, who pushed Sary down them stairs? She's kilt!"Della sprang up and lifted the child in her arms, passing her hand quickly over the head and plump body."Bring a little cold water, Mrs.Denson.She's only stunned, I think.""Well, it does beat all how handy you go t' work.Anybody c'd see t' you know your business.I'm awful glad you was here—there, darlin', don't cry—Ellen, an' Josephine, an' Sybilly, an' Margreet, you come down here t' me!"The quartet, snuffling and reluctant, was dragged ignominously to the middle of the floor and there confessed, 'mid tears and much recrimination, that they had been peeping down at the "comp'ny" through various knot-holes in the chamber floor; that, as Sary's knot-hole was next the wall, her range of vision was restricted to the thin spot upon the crown of J.G.'s head, and the back of his neck.Sary longed for sight of the woman horse doctor, and when she essayed to crowd in and usurp Ellen's point of vantage, there ensued a war of extermination which ended in the literal downfall of Sary.By the time this checked-apron court of inquiry adjourned, Louise appeared and said she believed she was ready, and Miss Whitmore escaped from the house far in advance of the others—and such were Chip's telepathic powers that he sprang down voluntarily and assisted her to the front seat without a word being said by either.Followed a week of dullness at the ranch, with the Countess scrubbing and dusting and cleaning from morning till night.The Little Doctor, as the bunk house had christened her, was away attending the State Medical Examination at Helena."Gee-whiz!" sighed Cal on Sunday afternoon."It seems mighty queer without the Little Doctor around here, sassing the Old Man and putting the hull bunch of us on the fence about once a day.If it wasn't for Len Adams—""It wouldn't do you any good to throw a nasty loop at the Little Doctor," broke in Weary, "'cause she's spoken for, by all signs and tokens.There's some fellow back East got a long rope on her.""You got the papers for that?" jeered Cal."The Little Doctor don't act the way I'd want my girl t' act, supposin' I was some thousand or fifteen hundred miles off her range.She ain't doing no pining, I tell yuh those.""She's doing a lot of writing, though.I'll bet money, if we called the roll right here, you'd see there's been a letter a week hittin' the trail to one Dr.Cecil Granthum, Gilroy, Ohio.""That's what," agreed Jack Bates."I packed one last week, myself.""I done worse than that," said Weary, blandly."I up and fired a shot at her, after the second one she handed me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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