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the satisfaction afforded by the scratch- House of a morning before breakfast," ing,” but Miss Loring was forced to dis- continued Hen. “Well, Dilsey she sweeps sent from the royal opinion.
off the front porch over there then. And The shock she experienced in the mat- Philip he goes round and mends the fence ter of the "eech” was no greater of its where the hogs breaks in every night.” kind, however, than another she received, "Yes, he is place-carpenter," said Miss two or three weeks later, one Sunday Loring. morning, as she made the round of the "Well," proceeded Hen, "that 's the ears, on finding Philip's thoroughly clean time he does his courting. That 's as good inside and out, behind and before. She a chanct as he wants, when thain't nowas at first stricken dumb. Later she body much around but me. But I keep found her tongue sufficiently to ask: my eye on him, I can tell you. I walk “What is the matter? How did this hap- around the corner of the house right easy,
on the ground instid of the walk, and come "Nothing; I just kep' a-digging," was up on 'em unexpected." Philip's careless reply.
"Oh, but you 're certainly mistaken," That night, however, when Ulysses's Miss Loring insisted. “Why, Philip simslaughter of the suitors had been read for ply hates girls; he has n't the least bit of the fifth time by unanimous demand, and use for them. I 've often heard him say the pop-corn was all “capped,” and every body was undressing, Hen slid noiselessly “Dag gone me! he's got use enough for into Miss Loring's room, mysteriously little Dilsey, by Ned! Gee! I never see shutting the door behind him. Not unused the beat! He sot in a-courting her soon to such interruptions, Miss Loring, half- as he got out from the eech, and hain't undressed, dived into the closet, and soon stopped sence. Dad swinge my hide! if emerged in her wrapper.
Hen himself that 'ere boy hain't been a-nailing planks was in trousers and undershirt, with dan- on that front fence with lee-tle-bitty fourgling galluses. He planted himself on the penny nails, so 's the hogs 'll root 'em off hearthstone, back to the fire, holding up sure every night, and he 'll git to work first one bare foot and then the other to there agin every morning, and talk to Dilthe blaze, and at last spoke in a confiden- sey. I tell you I been a-keepin' my eye tial tone:
peeled for him ever sence that first day I " Philip lied to you this morning when seed him give Dilsey a' apple at recess. I he said there was n't nothing the matter. knowed then something had happened to He knows what made him wash his years,
him." and I know."
Miss Loring sat speechless. “What was it?" inquired Miss Loring, “But what made him wash his years," drawing up the rocking-chair.
continued Hen, with carefully lowered “He's a-courting, that is what 's the voice and another glance at the door matter with him."
"one morning whilst little Dilse was "Courting!” exclaimed Miss Loring, a-sweeping, here Philip along, in amazement.
a-swinging his hammer, and nail-box. He “Yes, courting, by grab! You know stepped up on the porch, and put his hand little Dilsey Warrick, that 'ere little tow- in his pocket and pult out a candy-cane I head girl come in after Christmas from had seed him a-eating on the night before, over on Powderhorn?”
and poked it at Dilsey. 'Have some?' he Yes, Miss Loring remembered Dilsey says. 'Eat it all, if you want.' Dilsey well, a demure dove of a child, in a black, she started to take it, and then she homespun dress and red yarn stockings, looked at it, and then at Philip, and says with large, serious, blue-gray eyes, long, she 's obleeged, but she don't believe she fair hair that hung down her back in two wants any. Philip he shoved it up ag'in' plaits, and the face of an austere little her face. 'Take it,' he says, 'don't be saint. She must have been at least three afeared; I 'd ruther you 'd eat it as anyyears older than Hen, who was nine and body. Dilse she said no thanks, she a half, but it pleased him to speak of the would n't choose any (dag gone if she sex in diminutives.
hain't the ladyest girl ever I heared talk!). "You know I carry water to the Big And Philip axed her what 's the reason,
but she just kep' a-sweeping, and would stable-lot. Then when his bath-night
any woman!) and he says 'I bet they clean scarcely wait for the morrow to come, so as yourn.' And Dilsey she frowned and
eager was she to see more of the little girl spoke up solemn, 'I 'd have you know, who could work such wonders. She made Mr. Philip Floyd, my years gits washed a visit to the loom-house, where Dilsey every day I live.' Then she started for worked at the weaving in the afternoons. the front door. 'Hmp! Philip hollered After some conversation with the quaint, after her, I'd hate to be that much dignified little person at the loom, and an trouble to myself!' And then he seed me earnest scrutiny of her, she decided that the behind the post and gimme as much candy- true secret of Dilsey's power was the apcane as I could bite off not to tell nobody peal she made to one's imagination. She had what she said to him. And for two days the look of the ideal woman, suggesting he sulled, and never come anigh her morn- many elusive and beautiful things, appealings, and mended the fence back in the ing to that high sense of romance in the
human heart which seldom finds adequate which had been the utmost formerly beoutward realization. There were lesser stowed. charms, too. Judging by her perfect gen- Miss Loring was not prepared, howtleness and good breeding, she might have ever, for his request, early in March, to be been reared in marble halls instead of in transferred to the wash-job. If there was a windowless, two-roomed log-house on anything on the place he had often exthe head of Powderhorn. She had dis- pressed utter contempt for, it was the tinctly the look of race. This, in connec- duties of the unfortunate wash-boy, who tion with the name she bore, set up trains must rise before day on Saturdays to fill of thought leading back through centuries up the big kettles in the yard, build fires of English history to the stirring vicissi- under them, and then for nine long hours tudes of the great house of Warwick. It thereafter toil wearily, carrying water, was not in the least impossible, for in- chopping wood, and otherwise "slaving,' stance (stranger things were found to be as Philip expressed it, for the wash-girls, true in this mountain country), that even till, by the time playtime came, he was the magnificent earl, the
generally too tired to play; not to mention
that every day during the week he must Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings, keep up fires in the ironing-stove, in the
wash-house, and, deepest indignity of all, might be her ancestor. If so, his enormous even take a hand at the ironing. No job pride need suffer no abatement in contem- was so consistently avoided by all the plating this little blossom of his noble tree. boys, while the carpenter- and shop-work,
Of course Miss Loring did not "let on" which Philip did exclusively, was considto Philip; but she earnestly felicitated her- ered the most desirable and aristocratic on self, folded her hands and sat back to the place. However, Miss Loring gladly watch developments. One day when gave Philip the wash-job; and on the SatPhilip came in clamoring for a needle and urday morning afterward the explanation thread and a patch for his elbow (for- appeared when Dilsey tripped over with merly he would have died rather than sew the other nine wash-girls, having been on a patch) Miss Loring was not aston- shifted from the weaving to the washing ished afterward to learn from Hen that he department. had heared Dilsey tell Philip at recess that After this, Philip basked in the light of she did n't like raggedy boys. Another Dilsey's presence several hours a day, and, morning when Philip had burst into Miss inspired by it, did tremendous deeds with Loring's room with the demand, "Gimme his ax on the woodpile, or cheerfully hung a latch-pin!” and after a little pondering out clothes, or ran nimbly down and up she had handed him out a safety-pin, with the rocky sides of the well when the chain which he proceeded to join together his broke and the bucket fell in, as it was fond sundered galluses and trousers, Hen, who of doing, or gave hazardous performances was making Miss Loring's bed, contrib- on a horizontal limb of the peach-tree. uted: “She tolt him this morning she The taunts and teasings of the girls and never had no respects for folks that went boys were powerless to dampen his ardor. about with their clothes a-drapping off of Their “Howdy, Mr. Warrick," "Good 'em." The next Sunday, when Philip evening, Mrs. Floyd,” were indeed music had amazed everybody by his perfect table- in his ears. He carried on his siege with manners, and by taking off his hat to every characteristic frankness and vigor, leaving woman he met during the afternoon walk, nothing undone to win the citadel of DilHen accounted for it as follows: “ 'Lije sey's difficult and exacting affections, and Munn rid along the road on his paw's nag enduring as best he might the painful moyestiddy whilst Philip and Dilsey was ments caused by her too-great particulara-talking, and tuck off his hat to Dilse, ity in trifles. and she says: 'There goes a nice boy. He's One Saturday toward supper-time, after so mannerly, and parts his hair so good. I the arduous labors of the day, and two or like manners.' Nor was Miss Loring three hours of play, Philip was sitting on disappointed after this in her expectation the back cottage steps eating a huge chunk that Philip's hair would receive more than of “sugar-tree sugar" he had bought down the two licks, one to right, one to leftin the village. The other boys, who had been engaged in "marvles," gathered and seated themselves on steps and walk. about him like Aies when they saw him As Hen ran through the cottage to join the draw forth the great, sticky lump, though others, Miss Loring called him to her door. with but faint hope in their eyes. Sure "What 's going on?" she asked. enough, he made no motion to break it up "Philip he's aiming to give a treat, and or pass it around. Taulbee, with whom done axed all us boys and wash-girls to it,” he usually shared, was at home for the he replied in a breathless, astonished voice, week-end; so Philip sat and licked and hurrying on. A little later, Miss Loring crunched in solitary state. At this junc- stepped to the open window and looked ture, four of the wash-girls, including Dil- out upon the scene. Philip, as suave, sey, suddenly appeared round the corner knightly, and beautiful as his famous of the cottage on some unexpected errand. namesake could ever have been in the days Dilsey stopped still, and took in the situa- when he sighed for Stella, and all other tion. Then walking calmly on, she re- women for him, was ceremoniously passmarked casually to the peach-tree, "I'd ing around a huge poke of crackers, and sooner die as to marry a greedy man.” one almost as large of brown-sugar (sugar
Flushed and angry, Philip sprang to his and-crackers being the greatest luxury feet. “You need n't talk, missy; I give known to mountain children), saying, you more 'n I kep'—more 'n you could with graceful flourishes of his hands, and eat.”
most insistent politeness: “Eat all you can, “Yes, and I give very near all of mine now, everybody! I got more still when to the girls. But you hain't never give you git through this. There, Jason, wait them 'ere boys nary grain of yourn, that till the girls all gets helped. Ladies first, I can see.”
son; ain't you got no manners? Take “ 'Cause I hain't had time yet. I was some, Nancy; eat a plenty now, Narcissa; just a-fixing to break it up with this here don't hold back, Angeline; here's a good hatchet and give 'em some.”
lump, Dilsey. Now, come along, boys. “Well, I would, if I was you," mur- Iry, Hen, Jason, you little fellows, pitch mured Dilsey, with decision.
in and git all you want. The big boys As Philip smashed away angrily with waits till after you; I don't aim to see the hatchet, Miss Loring wondered at the none of you run over. Don't be afeared; vast power in women's hands, and wished take all you need. Now, Nucky, Hose, that there were more Dilseys with the Keats, Geordie- everybody, dive in! Just courage to use it.
eat all you can hold, and fill up your On Easter Sunday, Philip was a living b-stummicks! I love to see folks eat and monument to the transforming effects of enjoy theirselves. No, thank you, I don't love. Very clean, very much combed and want none myself; 'd ruther see the rest brushed and collared and tied, with a eat. I spent thirty cents on them crackers, large handkerchief, soaked in Miss Lor- and thirty-five on that 'ere sugar. Dag ing's cologne, held prominently in one gone! I reckon a man t works hard for hand, and an expression on his face as his money 's got a right to spend it to suit decorous and pious as any Geordie Yonts him! Some folks hain't fitten to live; had ever achieved, he sat in church the wants to eat up all they git theirselves; very picture of elegance. The real direc- hain't got even the feelings of a hog: but tion of his thoughts was indicated by an I like to pass around mine, I do. It makes occasional ardent glance across the aisle me happy. What 's the use of living if where Dilsey, fairer, more saintlike than you can't make other folks see a good ever, in her new white dress and hat, kept time? Gee-oh! I aim to make a big lot of serious eyes on the preacher, but could not money this summer, so 's I can give a treat altogether control the delicate Alushing of onct a month, come next year; and I want · her cheek as she felt Philip's gaze and re- every man-jack of you, and ladies too, to Aected what she had made of him.
come every time. Dad burn ole Heck! That afternoon, however, came the generous never ruint nobody!" grand climax. After the dish-washing (at And Miss Loring, almost unable to bewhich the boys assisted on Sundays), all lieve her eyes and ears, murmured amazedly the cottage boys and the ten wash-girls to herself, “And they say the day of miracame quietly over to the cottage back yard, cles is past!"