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"Dear to goodness! She can wait!" exclaimed Mrs. Loomis to Mrs. Penny,
when the latter came in one evening to see if any news had come. "She
ain't done anything but wait, you may say, ever sence time was,
Rejoice ain't. But I do find it dretful tryin' now, Mis' Penny, now I
tell ye. Settin' here with my hands in my lap, and she so quiet in
there, well, I do want to fly sometimes, seems 's though. Well, I am
glad to see you, to be sure. The' ain't a soul ben by this day. Set
down, do. You want to go in 'n' see Rejoice? Jest in a minute. I do
think I shall have a sickness if I don't have some one to open my mind
to. Now, Mis' Penny, where do you s'pose, where do you s'pose that
child is?" Then, without waiting for a reply, she plunged headlong
into the stream of talk.
"No, we ain't heard a word. Vesta went off a week ago, and Mr. De
Arthenay with her. Providential, wasn't it, his happenin' along just
in the nick o' time? I do get out of patience with Rejoice sometimes,
takin' the Lord quite so much for granted as she doos; for, after all,
the child was stole, you can't get over that, and seems's though if
there'd ben such a good lookout as she thinks,--well, there! I don't
want to be profane; but I will say 'twas a providence, Mr.
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