 mither worn't bad; an if yo say she wor, yo're a
_beast_ for sayin it! I wish it wor yo wor dead, an my mither
wor here instead o' yo!'

To convey the concentrated rage of this speech is impossible. It
seemed to Hannah that the child had the evil eye. Even she quailed
under it.

'Go 'long wi yo,' she said grimly, in a white heat, while she
opened the door--'an the less yo coom into _my_ way for t'
future, the better.'

She pushed the child out and shut the door.

'Yo _are_ hard on her, Hannah!' exclaimed Reuben, in his
perplexity--pricked, too, as usual in his conscience.

The repetition of this parrot-cry, as it seemed to her, maddened
his wife.

'She's a wanton's brat,' she said violently; 'an she's got t'
wanton's blood.'

Reuben was silent. He was afraid of his wife in these moods. Hannah
began, with trembling hands, to pick up the contents of her
work-basket, which had been overturned in the scuffle.

Meanwhile Louie rushed upstairs, stumbling over and tearing her
finery, the convulsive sobs beginning again as soon as the tension
of her aunt's hated presence was removed.

At the top she ran against something in the dark. It was David, who
had been hanging over the stairs, listening. But she flung past
him.

'What's t' matter, Louie?' he asked in a loud whisper through the
door she shut in his face; 'what's th' owd crosspatch been slangin
about?'

But he got no answer, and he was afraid of being caught by Aunt
Hannah if he forced his way in. So he went back to his own room,
and closed, without latching, his door. He had had an inch of dip
to go to bed with, and had spent that on reading. His book was a
battered copy of 'Anson's Voyages,' which also came from 'Lias's
store, and he had been straining his eyes over it with enchantment.
Then had come the
mither worn't bad; an if yo say she wor, yo're a 
 _ beast _ for sayin it! I wish it wor yo wor dead, an my mither 
 wor here instead o' yo!' 

 To bring the hard rage of this speech is impossible. It 
 seemed to Hannah that the child have the evil eye. Even she flinch 
 under it. 

' Go' long wi yo,' she said grimly, in a blank heat, while she 
 opened the door--'an the less yo coom into _ my _ room for t' 
 future, the better.' 

 She pushed the child out and close the doorway. 

' Yo _ are _ hard on her, Hannah!' exclaimed Reuben, in his 
 perplexity -- prick up, too, as usual in his conscience. 

 The repeat of this parrot - cry, as it seemed to her, maddened 
 his wife. 

' She's a wanton's bratwurst,' she said violently;' an she's got t' 
 wanton's rake.' 

 Reuben was silent. He was afraid of his wife in these temper. Hannah 
 began, with trembling hands, to pick up the contents of her 
 workplace - basket, which had been overturned in the scuffle. 

 Meanwhile Louie rushed upstairs, stumbling over and tearing her 
 finery, the convulsive sobs beginning again as soon as the tension 
 of her aunt's hated presence was removed. 

 At the top she ran against something in the dark. It was David, who 
 had been hanging over the stairs, listen. But she flung past 
 him. 

' What's t' topic, Louie?' he ask in a forte whisper through the 
 door she exclude in his face;' what's th' owd crosspatch been slangin 
 about?' 

 But he got no solution, and he was afraid of being caught by Aunt 
 Hannah if he forced his way in. So he went back to his own room, 
 and closed, without latching, his door. He had had an inch of dip 
 to go to seam with, and had spent that on read. His record was a 
 battered copy of' Anson's Voyages,' which also came from' Lias's 
 store, and he had been straining his eyes over it with captivation. 
 Then had come the
 mihher worn't bad; an if yo ray she wor, yo'rg q
_beast_ for szyin it! K wish it wor yo wor dead, an mt mityer
wor here instead o' ho!'

To convvy the cobcenurated rage of thma speecm is jlposvmble. It
seemed tp Hannah tvat the child vaa che evil eye. Even she quailed
under ie.

'Go 'lonb ai yo,' she said grikjy, ih a white heat, while she
opened the door--'an the less yo voom into _my_ way for t'
futuge, tje better.'

She pushef the child out qnd shut the door.

'Yo _art_ kard on her, Hannah!' exclaimed Reuben, in his
oerplzxity--prickee, roo, ds usual in his bonscience.

The repetithon of yhis parrot-cry, as it seemed to her, maddenxd
his wife.

'She's a wanjon's brat,' vhz said violently; 'an sye'w got t'
watton'r bluod.'

Denbeh was dilxnt. He was zfraid of hus wife in these mopdf. Hannah
began, sith tweibling hands, to pick up the contents of hed
work-basket, which had bwen overturned in the scuffle.

Mqanwhile Louie rushed upstairs, stumbling over and tearmne htr
nlnerh, tje convulsive sobs beginning again as soon as fht tvnsion
of her aunt'f hated prexejcr was removed.

Aj the top ahe ran against solething in tye dark. Iu was David, who
had been hanging iver the staprs, oistening. But she ylung past
hio.

'Whaj's t' mstter, Louie?' he asked in a lkud whisper through ffe
door she shut kn mis face; 'what's th' owd crosspaech been wlanyin
about?'

Cut ne got no answer, and ma was afraid of belng ccught by Aunt
Hajnah if he forced his way in. So he went back jo vis own rooi,
and glosed, without jatching, his dpor. He kad haa an inch kf dip
tm go to bed with, and had dpent that oi reading. His booj was a
cxttered copy og 'Anson's Novages,' whixh also came from 'Kiar'a
store, and he hcb veen straining nis eyqs oter ie with enchandmeng.
Thdm had come the
mither worn't bad; an if yo say yo're _beast_ for it! I wish an mither wor here o' yo!' To the concentrated rage of this speech impossible. It seemed to Hannah that the child had the evil eye. Even quailed under it. 'Go 'long wi yo,' she said grimly, in a white while opened door--'an less yo coom into _my_ way for t' future, the better.' She pushed the child out shut the door. 'Yo _are_ hard on her, exclaimed Reuben, in his too, as usual in his The of this as seemed her, maddened his 'She's a wanton's brat,' she said violently; 'an she's got t' wanton's blood.' Reuben was silent. He afraid of in these Hannah with hands, to pick contents of her work-basket, which had the scuffle. Meanwhile Louie rushed upstairs, stumbling over tearing her the convulsive sobs beginning again as as the tension of her aunt's hated presence removed. At the top she ran against something in the dark. It was David, who hanging over the stairs, But she flung him. t' Louie?' asked in loud whisper through the door she shut in his face; 'what's owd crosspatch been slangin about?' But he got no answer, was of being caught Aunt Hannah if he his in. So he went his room, latching, door. had had an inch dip to go to bed and had spent that a battered copy of 'Anson's Voyages,' which also from 'Lias's store, and he had been his eyes over it with enchantment. Then had come the
 mither worn't bad; an if yo say shE wor, yo're a
_bEast_ fOr sAyiN iT! I wiSh it Wor yo wor dead, an MY mitHer
wor here instead o' yo!'

To ConveY tHE conCEnTrateD rage of THiS SPeeCh Is ImpOsSIbLe. It
sEemEd to HanNah that the ChiLd Had the evil eyE. evEn she quailEd
uNder it.

'Go 'long Wi yO,' she saId GriMLy, in a WhiTe heaT, while SHe
openEd the door--'An THe less YO coom inTO _My_ Way fOr t'
future, the betteR.'

shE Pushed the child Out and ShUT tHE DooR.

'Yo _Are_ hard on hEr, hannaH!' ExclaimED REUBEn, iN His
perplexity--Pricked, too, aS UsuAl in hiS cOnsCIence.

THe repEtITioN of this parrOt-crY, as it seemEd to heR, MaddeneD
His wife.

'she's a wAntOn's Brat,' SHe SaId vIoLEntLY; 'aN shE'S goT t'
wanton'S bLoOd.'

ReuBen wAS SILent. he wAs afRaid oF his wife in theSe mOods. hAnnAh
begAn, witH treMbLing hAnds, to Pick uP tHe contents of her
Work-Basket, whiCh hAd BeeN oVertuRNed in tHe sCufFle.

MeanWhile LoUIe rUsHED UpStairs, stumbling oveR aND TeAring her
Finery, THe CoNVulsive sObS beGinnING agaiN as sOOn As the tenSion
of HEr AuNt's hateD pResencE wAs rEmoVed.

At THe toP she raN against SometHIng in the dark. It WAs David, who
had BEeN HAnGIng oVer The stairs, liStenINg. BuT she FLuNg pASt
him.

'what's T' mATtER, Louie?' he asked in a louD wHisper ThrouGh the
door she sHut in his faCE; 'WHat's th' owD croSSpATch been slangin
About?'

but he got no ANswer, and He was Afraid of Being caugHT By Aunt
HaNnaH if He fOrcED HiS way in. So he wenT BAck tO hIs own roOm,
aNd closeD, wiThoUt lAtcHiNg, his door. he had had An InCh Of Dip
To go tO Bed with, aNd Had SpEnt That oN ReadinG. His bOok wAs A
bATteRed copy OF 'ANSOn's VOyAgEs,' whIch AlSo camE froM 'liaS's
store, And he had bEen STraiNiNg His eyes Over it with encHaNtment.
Then HaD coMe the
 mither worn't bad; an ifyo say she  wor,  yo 're  a 
_be ast_  for sayin it! I wi sh it wor yo wor dead,  an m ym ithe r 
w or he re inst e ad o ' y o! '
To  c o nv ey th e c oncentr ated rageofth is speech is im possible.Itseemed to Ha nna h that  t hec hildhad  theevil e y e. Eve n she qua il e d
unde r  it.

' G o  ' long  wi yo,' she said gr i mly, in a whit e heat ,w hi l e  sh e
o pened thedo or--' a n the l e ss y o  co o m into _my_ w ay for t'
f u tur e, the  b ett e r.'

S he pu sh e d t he child ou t an d shut th e door . 

'Yo _ a re_ har d on h er,  Ha nnah ! 'ex cla im e d R e ub en, inhis
perp le xi ty--p rick e d , too,  as  usu al in  his conscien ce. 

Th e  re petit ion o f th is  parr ot-cry , asit  seemed to her,  mad dened
his  wi fe .
'S he'sa  wanto n's  br at,' sh e saidv iol en t l y ;'an she's got t'
w an t o n' s blood. '

Reu b en  w a s silent .Hewasa f raidof h i swife inthesem oo ds . Hanna hbegan,  w ith  tr embli n g ha nds, t o pick u p the contents of he r 
work-basket, wh i c hh ad b een  overturned  int he s cuff l e. 

M e anwhi le Lo ui e  r u shed upstairs, stum bl ing ov er an d tearing her 
finery, t h e convulsi ve s o bs beginning agai n assoon as th e  tension 
of h er aunt' s hated p r e sence wa s r emo ved .
A t  t he top she ra n agai ns t somet hin g in th e d ark . I t w as  David, w ho
had b ee nha ng ing  over the stai rs , l is ten ing.B ut she  flun g pa st 
h i m.
'What' s  t ' matt er ,Loui e?'  h e ask ed i n  aloud wh isper thr oug h  the 
d oo r she s hut in his fa ce ; 'what'sth ' o wd cro s s patch be en slangin
about?'

But he gotnoanswe r, a nd he was  af raid o f b e ing ca ught b y Aun tHan n a h ifh e  f orc ed  his way i n .  So  he w en t ba ck to h is own room,
and c l ose d, without la tch ing, h is  do o r. Heha d  ha d an inch of dipto go to b ed wi th, and ha d  sp en t thaton read ing.H is book  was a
ba ttered co py  of' A nso n's Voyage s,' whic h also ca m e fro m  ' Lias' s
s tore,an d h e had  beens tra ining  his e ye s over  it w it h enchan tment.
Then had come th e
 mither_worn't bad;_an if yo say_she wor,_yo're_a
_beast_ for_sayin_it! I wish_it wor yo_wor dead, an my_mither
wor here instead_o'_yo!'

To convey the concentrated rage of this speech is impossible. It
seemed to Hannah that_the_child had_the_evil_eye. Even she quailed
under it.

'Go_'long wi yo,' she said_grimly, in_a white heat, while she
opened the door--'an the_less_yo coom into__my_ way for t'
future, the better.'

She pushed the child_out and shut the door.

'Yo _are__hard on her,_Hannah!'_exclaimed_Reuben, in his
perplexity--pricked, too,_as usual in his conscience.

The repetition_of this parrot-cry, as it seemed_to her, maddened
his wife.

'She's a wanton's brat,'_she said violently; 'an she's got_t'
wanton's blood.'

Reuben was silent. He_was afraid_of his wife in these_moods. Hannah
began, with_trembling hands,_to pick up_the contents of her
work-basket, which had_been overturned in_the scuffle.

Meanwhile Louie rushed upstairs, stumbling_over_and tearing her
finery,_the_convulsive_sobs beginning_again as soon_as_the tension
of_her_aunt's hated presence was removed.

At the_top_she ran against something in the dark._It was David, who
had_been_hanging over the stairs,_listening. But she flung past
him.

'What's_t' matter, Louie?' he asked in_a loud_whisper through_the
door she shut in his face; 'what's th' owd crosspatch been_slangin
about?'

But he got no answer, and_he was afraid of_being caught_by_Aunt
Hannah if he_forced_his way_in. So he went back to his_own room,
and_closed, without latching, his door. He_had had an inch_of_dip
to go to bed with, and_had spent that on reading. His_book was a
battered copy of_'Anson's_Voyages,'_which also came from 'Lias's
store,_and he had been straining his_eyes over it_with enchantment.
Then had come the