. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . ve a showerjust as they reached the box-elder tree by thespring! It was so thoughtful in Ralph to suggestthat the shade of a box-elder is dense, and thatHannah might take cold! And it was so easy forHannah to yield to the suggestion! Just as thoughshe had not milked the cows in the open lot in theworst storms of the last three years! And just asthough the house were not within a stones-throw!Doubtless it was not prudent to stop here. Butlet us deal gently with them. Who would not stayin an earthy paradise ten minutes longer, eventhough it did make purgator
. The Hoosier schoolmaster; a novel . ve a showerjust as they reached the box-elder tree by thespring! It was so thoughtful in Ralph to suggestthat the shade of a box-elder is dense, and thatHannah might take cold! And it was so easy forHannah to yield to the suggestion! Just as thoughshe had not milked the cows in the open lot in theworst storms of the last three years! And just asthough the house were not within a stones-throw!Doubtless it was not prudent to stop here. Butlet us deal gently with them. Who would not stayin an earthy paradise ten minutes longer, eventhough it did make purgatory the hotter afterward ?And so Hannah stayed. Tell me your circumstances, said Ralph, atlast. I am sure I can help you in something. No, no! you cannot, and Hannahs face wasclouded. No one can help me. Only time andGod. I must go, Mr. Hartsook. And they walkedon to the front gate in silence and in some con-straint. But still in happiness. As they came to the gate, Dr. Small pushed pastthem in his cool, deliberate way, and mounted his. THE WALK HOME. 59 horse. Ralph bade Hannah good-night, having en-tirely forgotten the errand which had been his ex-cuse to himself for coming out of his way. Hehastened to his new home, the house of Mr. PeteJones, the same who believed in the inseparable-ness of lickin* and larnin. Youre a purty gal, ant you ? Youre a purtygal, ant you? Yon air! Yes, you air!! andMrs. Means seemed so impressed with Hannahsprettiness that she choked on it, and could get nofurther. A purty gal! you! Yes! you air amighty purty gal! and the old womans voicerose till it could have been heard half a mile. Tobe a-santerin along the big road after ten oclockwith the master! Who knows whether hes a fitman fer anybody to go with ? Arter all Ive beenand gone and done fer you! Thats the way youpay me! Disgrace me! Yes, I say disgrace me!Youre a mean, deceitful thing. Stuck up bekaseyou spelt the master down. Ketch me lettin yougot to spellin-school to-morry night! Ketch ME!Ye
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