. St. Nicholas [serial]. Cynthy, my darlin, who tol you so ?Cynthy, my darlin, how do you know ? As she dropped panting on the floor, some-thing arrested her attention. She held up herhead and sniffed the air. It was a familiar odorthat roused her conscience as nothing elsecould have done. Something burning usuallymeant that she had failed to watch the stove,and that catastrophe usually meant a whipping. 159 porch, and looked anxiously up and down theroad. Nothing was to be seen save the longstretch of empty turnpike, with the hot sunbeating down upon it. As she turned to goback inside the win
. St. Nicholas [serial]. Cynthy, my darlin, who tol you so ?Cynthy, my darlin, how do you know ? As she dropped panting on the floor, some-thing arrested her attention. She held up herhead and sniffed the air. It was a familiar odorthat roused her conscience as nothing elsecould have done. Something burning usuallymeant that she had failed to watch the stove,and that catastrophe usually meant a whipping. 159 porch, and looked anxiously up and down theroad. Nothing was to be seen save the longstretch of empty turnpike, with the hot sunbeating down upon it. As she turned to goback inside the window, she stopped, the cornice of the roof above her a glowingember was smoldering dangerously. MazinGrace wrung her hands. Mammy said I was gwine to git burned upfer bein so wicked. An Marse Jims house,what s belonged to we-all sence de wah ! Ande settin-room where we hangs up our stock-ing ebery Christmas! An dere aint nobodyto take keer ob it all but me! Oh, Lordy!Lordy! what mus I do ? — what mus I do ?. CATCHING HER RAGGED SKIRTS IN EITHE She scrambled to her feet and ran to the across the road, the big barn where stored his grain was wrapped in wind was blowing from that direction, andit fanned the smoke into Mazin Graces eyes. Gee! Dat was a spark of fire, she cried,as she snatched her hand from the window-sill. She climbed out of the window upon the }, SHE BOWED TO HER IMAGE. As she stood there, wild-eyed and tearful, athought made its way through the kinky hairinto her bewildered brain. She darted backinto the house, and reappeared with a broom. I se gwine up dat ladder, she said withgrim determination, an I se gwine to sweepdem sparks off. An effen I cant sweep emoff I kin spank em out. i6o THE WATERMELON STOCKINGS. [Dec.
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