A Daughter of the Land
Page 214"Yes, I will," said Adam. "And it won't be long, and the girl
will be Milly York."
"All right," said Kate, gravely, "whenever the time comes, let me
know about it. Now see if you can find me something to eat till I
lay off my hat and wash. It was a long, hot ride, and I'm tired.
Since there's nothing I can do, I wish I had stayed where I was.
No, I don't, either! I see joy coming over the hill for Nancy
Ellen."
"Why is joy coming to Nancy Ellen?" asked the boy, pausing an
instant before he started to the kitchen.
"Oh, because she's had such a very tough, uncomfortable time with
life," said Kate, "that in the very nature of things joy SHOULD
come her way."
The boy stood mystified until the expression on his face so amused
"That's WHY it's coming," said Kate; "and, here's HOW it's coming.
She is going to get rid of a bothersome worry that's troubling her
head -- and she's going to have a very splendid gift, but it's a
deep secret."
"Then you'll have to whisper it," said Adam, going to her and
holding a convenient ear. Kate rested her hands on his shoulder a
minute, as she leaned on him, her face buried in his crisp black
hair. Then she whispered the secret.
"Crickey, isn't that grand!" cried the boy, backing away to stare
at her.
"Yes, it is so grand I'm going to try it ourselves," said Kate.
"We've a pretty snug balance in the bank, and I think it would be
great fun evenings or when we want to go to town in a hurry and
Adam was slowly moving toward the kitchen, his face more of a
study than before.
"Mother," he said as he reached the door, "I be hanged if I know
how to take you! I thought you'd just raise Cain over what Polly
has done; but you act so sane and sensible; someway it doesn't
seem so bad as it did, and I feel more sorry for Polly than like
going back on her. And are you truly in earnest about a car?"
"I'm going to think very seriously about it this winter, and I
feel almost sure it will come true by early spring," said Kate.
"But who said anything about 'going back on Polly?'"
"Oh, Mrs. York and all the neighbours said that you'd never
forgive her, and that she'd never darken your door again, and
things like that until I was almost crazy," answered Adam.
'darken you door' business, myself. It's a mighty cold, hard
proposition. It's a wonder the neighbours didn't remember that.
Maybe they did, and thought I was so much of a Bates leopard that
I couldn't change my spots. If they are watching me, they will
find that I am not spotted; I'm sorry and humiliated over what
Polly has done; but I'm not going to gnash my teeth, and tear my
hair, and wail in public, or in private. I'm trying to keep my
real mean spot so deep it can't be seen. If ever I get my chance,
Adam, you watch me pay back Mrs. Peters. THAT is the size and
location of my spot; but it's far deeper than my skin. Now go on
and find me food, man, food!"