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“I wouldn’t own ’em if I met ’em on Judgement Bench!” exclaimed Pitt Packard hotly. “My stepfather’s second wife married Mis’ Maddox’s first husband after he got divorced from her, ‘n’ that’s all there is to it; they ain’t no bloody-kin o’ mine, ‘n’ I don’t call ’em relation.”

“Wall, Pitt’s relations or not, they’re all wuss ‘n the Old Driver, as yer said ’bout Dan Robinson’s wife. Dixie went to board there. Mis Maddox was all out o’ husbands jest then,–she ‘d jest disposed of her fourth, somehow or ‘nother; she always hed a plenty ‘n’ to spare, though there’s lots o’ likely women folks round here that never hed one chance, let alone four. Her daughter Fidelity was a chip o’ the old block. Her father hed named her Fidelity after his mother, when she wa’n’t nothin’ but a two-days-old baby, ‘n’ he didn’t know how she was goin’ to turn out; if he ‘d ‘a’ waited two months, I believe I could ‘a’ told him. Infidelity would ‘a’ ben a mighty sight more ‘propriate; but either of ’em is too long fer a name, so they got to callin’ her Fiddy. Wall, Fiddy didn’t waste no time; she was nigh onto eighteen years old when Dixie went there to board, ‘n’ she begun huneyfuglin’ him’s soon as ever she set eyes on him. Folks warned him, but ‘t wa’n’t no use; he was kind o’ bewitched with her from the first. She wa’n’t so han’some, neither. Blamed ‘f I know how they do it; let ’em alone, ‘f yer know when yer ‘re well off, ‘s my motter. She was red-headed, but her hair become her somehow when she curled ‘n’ frizzed it over a karosene lamp, ‘n’ then wound it round ‘n’ round her head like ropes o’ carnelian. She hedn’t any particular kind of a nose nor mouth nor eyes, but gorry! when she looked at yer, yer felt kind as if yer was turnin’ to putty inside.”

“I know what yer mean,” said Steve interestedly.

“She hed a figger jest like them fashion-paper pictures you ‘ve seen, an’ the very day any new styles come to Boston Fiddy Maddox would hev ’em before sundown; the biggest bustles ‘n’ the highest hats ‘n’ the tightest skirts ‘n’ the longest tails to ’em; she’d git ’em somehow, anyhow! Dixie wa’n’t out o’ money when he come here, an’ a spell afterwards there was more ‘n a thousand dollars fell to him from his father’s folks down South. Well, Fiddy made that fly, I tell you! Dixie bought a top buggy ‘n’ a sorrel hoss, ‘n’ they was on the road most o’ the time when he wa’n’t to work; ‘n’ when he was, she ‘d go with Lem Simmons, ‘n’ Dixie none the wiser. Mis Maddox was lookin’ up a new husband jest then, so ‘t she didn’t interfere”–

“She was the same kind o’ goods, anyhow,” interpolated Ob Tarbox.

“Yes, she was one of them women folks that air so light-minded you can’t anchor ’em down with a sewin’-machine, nor a dishpan, nor a husband ‘n’ young ones, nor no namable kind of a thing; the least wind blows ’em here ‘n’ blows ’em there, like dandelion puffs. As time went on, the widder got herself a beau now ‘n’ then; but as fast as she hooked ’em, Fiddy up ‘n’ took ’em away from her. You see she ‘d gethered in most of her husbands afore Fiddy was old enough to hev her finger in the pie; but she cut her eye-teeth early, Fiddy did, ‘n’ there wa’n’t no kind of a feller come to set up with the widder but she ‘d everlastin’ly grab him, if she hed any use fer him, ‘n’ then there ‘d be Hail Columby, I tell yer. But Dixie, he was ‘s blind ‘s a bat ‘n’ deef ‘s a post. He could n’t see nothin’ but Fiddy, ‘n’ he couldn’t see her very plain.”