North and South
Page 67'Well, Bessy, how are you? Better, I hope, now the wind has
changed.' 'Better and not better, if yo' know what that means.' 'Not exactly,' replied Margaret, smiling.
'I'm better in not being torn to pieces by coughing o'nights, but
I'm weary and tired o' Milton, and longing to get away to the
land o' Beulah; and when I think I'm farther and farther off, my
heart sinks, and I'm no better; I'm worse.' Margaret turned round
to walk alongside of the girl in her feeble progress homeward.
But for a minute or two she did not speak. At last she said in a
with all the clinging to life so natural to the young and
healthy.
Bessy was silent in her turn for a minute or two. Then she
replied, 'If yo'd led the life I have, and getten as weary of it as I
have, and thought at times, "maybe it'll last for fifty or sixty
years--it does wi' some,"--and got dizzy and dazed, and sick, as
each of them sixty years seemed to spin about me, and mock me
time--oh, wench! I tell thee thou'd been glad enough when th'
doctor said he feared thou'd never see another winter.' 'Why, Bessy, what kind of a life has yours been?' 'Nought worse than many others, I reckon. Only I fretted again
it, and they didn't.' 'But what was it? You know, I'm a stranger here, so perhaps I'm
not so quick at understanding what you mean as if I'd lived all
my life at Milton.' 'If yo'd ha' come to our house when yo' said yo' would, I could
maybe ha' told you. But father says yo're just like th' rest on
'em; it's out o' sight out o' mind wi' you.' 'I don't know who the rest are; and I've been very busy; and, to
quietly. 'I should have thought of it again when I was less busy.
May I go with you now?' Bessy gave a quick glance at Margaret's
face, to see if the wish expressed was really felt. The sharpness
in her eye turned to a wistful longing as she met Margaret's soft
and friendly gaze.
'I ha' none so many to care for me; if yo' care yo' may come.