Bunch Grass - A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch by Horace Annesley Vachell
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creature into my work-basket; and I carried it home, and put it under
my bed, with a big stone atop o' the lid. But I never slept a wink. I'm teetotal, but I know now what it is to have the--the--" "Jim-jams," said I. "I believe that's what they call it in California. Yes, I saw snakes, rattlers, everywhere!" "You're the pluckiest little woman in the world," said I. "Oh no! I'm a miserable coward, and always will be. Now it's over I kind of wish I hadn't scared the little children quite so bad." About a month later, when Alethea-Belle was leaving us and about to take up new quarters in Paradise, near the just finished village schoolhouse, Mrs. Spafford came to me. The schoolmarm, it seemed, had stepped off our scales. She had gained nearly ten pounds since the day of the great victory. "Your good cooking, Mrs. Spafford--" Mrs. Spafford smiled scornfully. "Did my good cooking help her any afore she whacked them boys? Not much. No, sir, her scholars hev put the flesh on to her pore bones; and I give them the credit. They air tryin' to pay for what their schoolmarm's put into their heads and hearts." "Miss Buchanan has taught us a thing or two," I suggested. "Yes," Mrs. Spafford replied solemnly, "she hev." |
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