Phoebe Deane
“What's up now ? Any of the children dead or sick ? " " No, I ain't afflicted in that manner this time," said Hiram. It's somethin' deeper than that, deeper than sickness er death. It's fear o' disgrace." " What! Hiram! You ain't ben stealin' er forgin' anybody's name, surely ?" The old lady sat up as if she had been shot and fixed her eyes—little eyes like Hiram's, with the glitter of steel beads—on her downcast nephew's face.
" No, Aunt, I'm thankful to say I've been kep' from pussonel d...isgrace," murmured Hiram, piously, with a roll of his eyes indicating that his trust was in a power beyond his own.
" Well, what is it, then ? Speak up quick. I'm too old to be kep' in hot water." The aunt spoke snappishly. Hiram perceived that he had made his impression.
" Well, you see it's this way, Aunt. You must uv heard I was takin' notice again." " That was to be expected, Hiram, you so young an' with childern to look after. I hope you picked out a good worker." " Yes," admitted Hiram, with satisfaction, " she's a right smart worker, an' I thought she was 'bout as near perfect all through as you could find 'em, an' I kinder got my heart sot on her.MoreLess
" No, Aunt, I'm thankful to say I've been kep' from pussonel d...isgrace," murmured Hiram, piously, with a roll of his eyes indicating that his trust was in a power beyond his own.
" Well, what is it, then ? Speak up quick. I'm too old to be kep' in hot water." The aunt spoke snappishly. Hiram perceived that he had made his impression.
" Well, you see it's this way, Aunt. You must uv heard I was takin' notice again." " That was to be expected, Hiram, you so young an' with childern to look after. I hope you picked out a good worker." " Yes," admitted Hiram, with satisfaction, " she's a right smart worker, an' I thought she was 'bout as near perfect all through as you could find 'em, an' I kinder got my heart sot on her.MoreLess
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