over you very soon again we'llhave to find out what 't is. Spread your bed upsmooth this minute, for 'Bijah Flagg 's bringin' yourtrunk upstairs, and I wouldn't let him see such acluttered-up room for anything; he'd tell it all overtown."When Mr. Cobb had put up his horses that nighthe carried a kitchen chair to the side of his wife,who was sitting on the back porch.
銆��"I brought a little Randall girl down on thestage from Maplewood to-day, mother. She's kin tothe Sawyer girls an' is goin' to live with 'em," hesaid, as he sat down and began to whittle. "She'sthat Aurelia's child, the one that ran away withSusan Randall's son just before we come here tolive.""How old a child?""'Bout ten, or somewhere along there, an' smallfor her age; but land! she might be a hundred tohear her talk! She kep' me jumpin' tryin' to an-swer her! Of all the queer children I ever comeacross she's the queerest. She ain't no beauty--her face is all eyes; but if she ever grows up tothem eyes an' fills out a little she'll make folksstare. Land,
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