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David Harum

CHAPTER XIX
9/19

'Course I didn't expect nothin' f'm my step-marm, an' the only way I ever knowed I'd done my stent fur 's father was concerned, was that he didn't say nothin'.

But sometimes the older ones 'd git settin' 'round, talkin' an' laughin', havin' pop corn an' apples, an' that, an' I'd kind o' sidle up, wantin' to join 'em, an' some on 'em 'd say, 'What _you_ doin' here?
time you was in bed,' an' give me a shove or a cuff.

Yes, ma'am," looking up at Mrs.Cullom, "the wust on't was that I was kind o' scairt the hull time.

Once in a while Polly 'd give me a mossel o' comfort, but Polly wa'n't but little older 'n me, an' bein' the youngest girl, was chored most to death herself." It had stopped snowing, and though the wind still came in gusty blasts, whirling the drift against the windows, a wintry gleam of sunshine came in and touched the widow's wrinkled face.
"It's amazin' how much trouble an' sorrer the' is in the world, an' how soon it begins," she remarked, moving a little to avoid the sunlight.

"I hain't never ben able to reconcile how many good things the' be, an' how little most on us gits o' them.


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