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Ifitwarn’tforyou,child,Idon’tseemuchmylife
wouldbegoodfor.Youdon’twishmedead,likethose
cubs.Holdyourtongue,lass.Iseesomeone’sbin
frightenin’you;butI’mnotgoingtodieforabit.Don’t
youtakeon;gieusyourhand.”
Andhetookit,andhelditfastinhismassivegrasp.
“Ye’vebeencryin’,yefool.Themfellowsbinsayin’
I’mbreakin’up.It’sad–dlie.I’veamindtosendthem
abouttheirbusiness.I’ddoitasreadyasputahorse
overathree-footwall;butI’vetwelveyears’life
inmeyet.I’mgoodforfourteenyears,ifIliveaslong
asmyfatherdid.Hetookhistimeaboutit,andnoone
heardmegrumble,andI’lltakemine.Don’t
yebeafool;Itellyouthere’snoonegoin’todiehere,
thatIknowof.There’sgentlebloodinyourveins,and
you’reakindlass,andI’lltakecareo’you–mind,I’ll
doit,andI’lltalktoyouagain.”
Andsosaying,hegaveherhandapartingshake,
andletitdrop,andrising,heturnedaway,andstrode
stifflyfromthegarden.Hewasnotoftensovoluble;
andnowthewholeofthistalkseemedtoAliceMaybell
ariddle.Hecouldnotbethinkingofmarrying;butwas
hethinkingofleavingherthehouseandaprovision
forherlife!
