That Girl of Johnson's — page 18: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'S, ~~ 7 matters herself, they left her alone; even the children of her own age dropped her as though she had been dead. She was an excellent cook, and kept the house well; her friend and her mother’s friend had taught her that, and in these things her father had no fault to find. He seldom spoke to her; if the food were well cooked he never found fault; he never praised it or her; he ate his meals in silence, and went out of the house. She saw him only at meal times; his evenings were spent at the tavern; hers were spent at home mending his clothing or doing what- — ever was to be done. Sometimes she sat, not lighting the candle, with folded hands, staring into the fire or out on the moonlit mount- ains, with her large, far-seeing eyes, late into the night— for she always sat up till her father returned from the tavern, and the tavern hours were late—dreaming her thoughts and her dreams. W hat these thoughts and dreams were no one knew, no one cared to know; she was peculiar, they said, and best left alone. As to how she felt having so few friends they gave no thought. She performed all the duties that came to her hand, that was all that was expected of her. And to every one in the village—out of it she knew no one—she was simply ‘‘that girl of Johnson’s.” com C JOO <€S5 (eo)