What 'll she think of it after her aunt 's ? I 've heard tell Mrs. Adair lives in a perfect palace . I 'll just warn you kindly that Sary 'll probably look down on you , and you might as well be prepared for it . Of course , I suppose she kind of thinks she has to come back , seeing she promised you so solemn she would . But I 'm certain she does n't want to , and I do n't blame her either . '' Even Mrs. Blewett had to stop for breath , and Old Man Shaw found his opportunity . He had listened , dazed and shrinking , as if she were dealing him physical blows , but now a swift change swept over him . His blue eyes flashed ominously , straight into Mrs. Blewett 's straggling , ferrety gray orbs . `` If you 're said your say , Martha Blewett , you can go , '' he said passionately . `` I 'm not going to listen to another such word . Take yourself out of my sight , and your malicious tongue out of my hearing ! '' Mrs. Blewett went , too dumfounded by such an unheard-of outburst in mild Old Man Shaw to say a word of defence or attack . When she had gone Old Man Shaw , the fire all faded from his eyes , sank back on his bench . His delight was dead ; his heart was full of pain and bitterness . Martha Blewett was a warped and ill-natured woman , but he feared there was altogether too much truth in what she said . Why had he never thought of it before ? Of course White Sands would seem dull and lonely to Blossom ; of course the little gray house where she was born would seem a poor abode after the splendours of her aunt 's home . Old Man Shaw walked through his garden and looked at everything with new eyes . How poor and simple everything was ! How sagging and weather-beaten the old house !
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