"I think Mite
kind of fancied him. I don't believe he ever gave her any real encouragement;
but he'd make love to a pump, Claude Merrill would, and so would his father
before him. How my sister Abby made out to land him we never knew, for they
said he'd proposed to every woman in the town of Bingham, not excepting the
wooden Indian girl in front of the cigar-store, and not one of 'em but our
Abby ever got a chance to name the day. Abby was as set as the everlastin'
hills, and if she'd made up her mind to have a man he could n't wriggle away
from her nohow in the world. It beats all how girls do run after these
slick-haired, sweet-tongued, Miss Nancy kind o' fellers, that ain't but little
good as beaux an' worth less than nothing as husbands."
Rose scarcely noticed what Mrs. Brooks said, she was too anxious to read the
rest of Mite Shapley's letter in the quiet of her own room.
Stephen looks thin and pale [so it ran on], but he does not allow anybody
to sympathize with him. I think you ought to know something that I have n't
told before for fear of hurting your feelings; but if I were in your place
I'd like to hear everything, and then you'll know how to act when you come
home.
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