"I ain't
sayin' what 'twould be NOW. I'd believe anythin' o' the mistress
now--even that she'd take ter playin' it herself!"
"But hain't the little gal told her--ever? She's told ev'ry one
else, I guess. I'm hearin' of it ev'rywhere, now, since she was
hurted," said Tom.
"Well, she didn't tell Miss Polly," rejoined Nancy. "Miss
Pollyanna told me long ago that she couldn't tell her, 'cause her
aunt didn't like ter have her talk about her father; an' 'twas
her father's game, an' she'd have ter talk about him if she did
tell it. So she never told her."
"Oh, I see, I see." The old man nodded his head slowly. "They
was always bitter against the minister chap--all of 'em, 'cause
he took Miss Jennie away from 'em. An' Miss Polly--young as she
was--couldn't never forgive him; she was that fond of Miss
Jennie--in them days. I see, I see. 'Twas a bad mess," he sighed,
as he turned away.
"Yes, 'twas--all 'round, all 'round," sighed Nancy in her turn,
as she went back to her kitchen.
For no one were those days of waiting easy.
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