I
have just been over to Miss Ferney's, but she wasn't there. I want to
get her to come and stay with me until I know what I am going to do.
They expect to take the Doctor home to-morrow."
"Yas'm, Carline was tellin' me. Looks to me lak he's been well enough
to go fer some time." Uncle Jimpson scratched his head wisely.
"I don't know what's to become of us," said Miss Lady ruefully
twisting Mike's ears. "They say unless I sell the rest of Thornwood,
we won't have money enough to live on. But I won't sell another acre.
I'll teach school first."
Uncle Jimpson was scandalized: "Now, Miss Lady, chile, don't you git
dem notions in your head. Dem's ole maid notions, you ain't no ole
maid yit! Why don't you git married, and git a kerridge, an' I'll
dribe an' Carline'll cook an' tak' care de chillun."
"I'm _never_ going to marry, Uncle Jimpson," Miss Lady declared, with
the passionate assurance of youth. "And I am never going to leave
Thornwood. If you see Miss Ferney going down the road, ask her to stop
by a minute. Come on, Mike, we are late now."
And they were late, five minutes, by the open-faced watch that lay in
the Doctor's hand as they entered the garden.
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