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Hope not. Wed ought to have more trimmings, though. Were shy on ducks. Yu have the barrel. Has Lin McLean seen that? No. We tried for ducks away down as far as the Laparel outfit. A real barbecue-- Theres large thirsts on Bear Creek. Lin McLean will pass on ducks. Lins not thirsty this month. Signed for one month, has he? Signed! Hes spooning our schoolmarm! They claim shes a right sweet- faced girl. Yes; yes; awful agreeable. And next thing youre fooled clean through. Yu dont say! She keeps a-teaching the darned kids, and it seems like a good growed-up man cant interest her. yu dont say! There used to be all the ducks you wanted at the Laparel, but their fool cooks dead stuck on raising turkeys this year. That must have been mighty close to a drowndin the schoolmarm got at South Fork. Why, I guess not. When? Shes never spoken of any such thing--that Ive heard. Mos likely the stage-driver got it wrong, then. Yes. Must have drownded somebody else. Here they come! Thats her ridin the horse. Theres the Westfalls. Where are you running to? To fix up. Got any soap around hyeh? Yes, shouted Swinton, for the Virginian was now some distance away; towels and everything in the dugout. And he went to welcome his first formal guests. The Virginian reached his saddle under a shed. So shes never mentioned it, said he, untying his slicker for the trousers and scarf. I didnt notice Lin anywheres around her. He was over in the dugout now, whipping off his overalls; and soon he was excellently clean and ready, except for the tie in his scarf and the part in his hair. Id have knowed her in Greenland, he remarked. He held the candle up and down at the looking-glass, and the looking-glass up and down at his head. Its mighty strange why she aint mentioned that. He worried the scarf a fold or two further, and at length, a trifle more than satisfied with his appearance, he proceeded most serenely toward the sound of the tuning fiddles. He passed through the store-room behind the kitchen, stepping lightly lest he should rouse the ten or twelve babies that lay on the table or beneath it. On Bear Creek babies and children always went with their parents to a dance, because nurses were unknown. So little Alfred and Christopher lay there among the wraps, parallel and crosswise with little Taylors, and little Carmodys, and Lees, and all the Bear Creek offspring that was not yet able to skip at large and hamper its indulgent elders in the ball-room. Why, Lin aint hyeh yet! said the Virginian, looking in upon the people. There was Miss Wood, standing up for the quadrille. I didnt remember her hair was that pretty, said he. But aint she a little, little girl! Now she was in truth five feet three; but then he could look away down on the top of her head. Salute your honey! called the first fiddler. All partners bowed to each other, and as she turned, Miss Wood saw the man in the doorway. Again, as it had been at South Fork that day, his eyes dropped from hers, and she divining instantly why he had come after half a year, thought of the handkerchief and of that scream of hers in the river, and became filled with tyranny and anticipation; for indeed he was fine to look upon. So she danced away, carefully unaware of his existence. First lady, centre! said her partner, reminding her of her turn. Have you forgotten how it goes since last time? Molly Wood did not forget again, but quadrilled with the most sprightly devotion. I see some new faces to-night, said she, presently. Yu always do forget our poor faces, said her partner. Oh, no! Theres a stranger now. Who is that black man? Well--hes from Virginia, and he aint allowin hes black. Hes a tenderfoot, I suppose? Ha, ha, ha! Thats rich, too! and so the simple partner explained a great deal about the Virginian to Molly Wood. At the end of the set she saw the man by the door take a step in her direction. Oh, said she, quickly, to the partner, how warm it is! I must see how those babies are doing. And she passed the Virginian in a breeze of unconcern. |
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