Meadow Grass - Tales of New England Life by Alice Brown
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"But how'm I goin' to get 'em back?" persisted Amanda, coming close to
him, her poor little face pinched and eager. "He jest showed me the receipt, all signed. How'm I goin' to get the things, Caleb?" "If he's got the receipt, an' the things an' all, an' she took the money, I dunno's you can get 'em," said Caleb, "unless you could prove in a court o' law that she wa'n't in her right mind. I dunno how that would work." Amanda stood looking him in the face. For the first time in all her gentle life she was questioning masculine superiority, and its present embodiment in Caleb Rivers. "Then you don't see's anything can be done?" she asked, steadily. "Why, no," answered Caleb, still reflecting. "Not unless you should go to law." "You'd better give the pigs some shorts," said Amanda, abruptly. "I sha'n't bile any taters, to-night." She walked into the house; and as Caleb watched her, it crossed his mind that she looked very tall. He had always thought of her as a little body. Amanda set her lips, and went about her work. From time to time, she smiled mechanically at her mother; and the old lady, forgetful of her grief now that she was no longer reproached by the empty space on, the wall, sat content and sleepy after her emotion. She was willing to go to bed early; and when Amanda heard her breathing peacefully, she sat |
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