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"It’s snowin’ like all p’sessed," he remarked finally. "I guess we’ll have a sleigh ride tomorrow. I calc’late t’ drive y’ daown in scrumptious style. If yeh must leave, why, we’ll give yeh a whoopin’ old send-off–won’t we, Tukey?

"I’ve ben a-thinkin’ things over kind o’ t’day, Mother, an’ I’ve come t’ the conclusion that we have been kind a hard on yeh, without knowin’ it, y’ see. Y’ see, I’m kind a easygoin, ‘an’ little Tuke he’s only a child, an’ we ain’t c’nsidered how you felt. "

She didn’t appear to be listening, but she was, and he didn’t appear, on his part, to be talking to her, and he kept his voice as hard and dry as he could.

"An’ I was tellin’ Tukey t’day that it was a dum shame our crops hadn’t, turned out better. An’ when I saw ol’ Hatfield go by, I hailed him an’ asked him what he’d gimme for two o’ m’ shoats. Waal, the upshot is, I sent t’ town for some things I calc’lated ye’d heed. An’ here’s a tlcket to Georgetown, and ten dollars. Why, Ma, what’s up?"

Mrs. Ripley broke down, and with her hands all wet with dishwater, as they were, covered her face and sobbed. She felt like kissing him, but she didn’t. Tewksbury began to whimper, too; but the old man was astonished. His wife had not wept for years (before him). He rose and walked clumsily up to her and timidly touching her hair–

"Why, Mother! What’s the matter? What ‘v’ I done now? I was calc’latln’ to sell them pigs anyway. Hatfield jest advanced the money on’ em. "

She hopped
up and dashed into the bedroom,and in a few minutes returned with a yarn mitten, tied around the wrist, which she laid on the table with a thump, saying:

"I don’t want yer money. There’s money enough to take me where I want to go. "

"Whee-ew! Thunder and jimson root! Wher’d ye git that? Didn’t dig it out of a hole?"

"No. I jest saved it–a dime at a time–see?"

Here she turned it out on the table–some bills, but mostly silver dimes and quarters.

"Thunder and scissors! Must be two er three hundred dollars there," stared he.

"They’s jest seventy-five dollars and thirty cents; jest about enough to go back on. Tickets is fifty-five dollars, goin’ an’ comin’. That leaves twenty dollars for other expenses, not countin’ what I’ve already spent, which is six-fifty," said she, recovering her self-possession. "It’s plenty. "

"But y’ ain’t calc’lated on no sleepers nor hotel bills. "

"I ain’t goin’ on no sleeper. Mis’ Doudney says it’s jest scandalous the way things is managed on them cars. I’m goin’ on the old-fashioned cars, where they ain’t no half-dressed men runain’ around. "

"But you needn’t be afraid of them, Mother; at your age–"

"There! you needn’t throw my age an’ homeliness into my face, Ethan Ripley. If I hadn’t waited an’ tended on you so long, I’d look a little more’s I did when I married yeh. "

Ripley gave it up in despair. He didn’t realize fully enough how the proposed trip had unsettled his wife’s nerves. She didn’t realize it herself.

"As for the hotel bills, they won’t be none. I a-goin’ to pay them pirates as much for a day’s board as we’d charge for a week’s, an’ have nawthin’ to eat but dishes. I’m goin’ to take a chicken an’ some hard-boiled eggs, an’ I’m goin’ right through to Georgetown. "

"Well, all right; but here’s the ticket I got. "

"I don’t want yer ticket. "

"But you’ve got to take it. "

"Wall, I hain’t. "

"Why, yes, ye have. It’s bought, an’ they won’t take it back. "