. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . ey reached the box-elder treeby the spring! It was so thoughtful in Ralph to suggest that theshade of a box-elder is dense, and that Hannah might take cold!And it was so easy for Hannah to yield to the suggestion. Justas though she had not milked the cows in the open lot in theworst storms of the last three years! And just as though thehouse were not within a stones throw! Doubtless it was notprudent to stop there. But let us deal gently with them. Whowould not stay in paradise ten minutes longer, even though it didmake purgatory the hotter afterward ? A
. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . ey reached the box-elder treeby the spring! It was so thoughtful in Ralph to suggest that theshade of a box-elder is dense, and that Hannah might take cold!And it was so easy for Hannah to yield to the suggestion. Justas though she had not milked the cows in the open lot in theworst storms of the last three years! And just as though thehouse were not within a stones throw! Doubtless it was notprudent to stop there. But let us deal gently with them. Whowould not stay in paradise ten minutes longer, even though it didmake purgatory the hotter afterward ? And so Hannah stayed. Tell me your circumstances, said Ralph, at last. I am sureI can help you in something. No, no! you can not, and Hannahs face was clouded. Noone can help me. Only time and God. I must go, Mr. Hart-sook. And they walked on to the front gate in silence and insome constraint. But still in happiness. As they came to the gate, Dr. Small pushed past them in hiscool, deliberate way, and mounted his horse. Ralph bade Hannah. THE WALK HOME. 63 good-night, having entirety forgotten the errand which hadbeen his excuse to himself for coming out of his way. Hehastened to his new home, the house of Mr. Pete Jones,the same who believed in the inseparableness of ulickin andlarnin. Youre a purty gal, ant you ? Youre a purty gal, ant you ?You air ! Yes, you air ! ! and Mrs. Means seemed so impressedwith Hannahs prettiness that she choked on it, and could getno farther. A purty gal! you ! Yes ! you air a mighty purtygal! and the old womans voice rose till it could have beenheard half a mile. To be a santerin along the big road afterten oclock with the master! Who knows whether hes a fit manfer anybody to go with ? Arter all Ive been and gone and donefer you ! Thats the way you pay me! Disgrace me ! Yes, I say,disgrace me! Youre a mean, deceitful thing. Stuck up bekaseyou spelt the master down. Ketch me lettin you go tospellin-school to-morry night! Ketch ME! Yes, ketch ME,I sa
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