That Girl of Johnson's — page 40: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. 29 longing to go—to get away from the tiny room out on the mountain under the quiet heavens where the winds were free from the watching eyes. And yet the woman told later that the girl had had no sort of interest in her story, and had not paid even the attention to it that one might from simple friendliness. With one slow glance Dolores took in the calm scene outside ; the heavens radiant with sunshine, the mountains steadfast and still save for the winds that sighed through the tall pines. Her ears were filled with their voices as they drifted down from the heights—the capricious wind voices sighing and murmuring over and over the terrible refrain as though it were too horrible to be uttered aloud : ‘“Theys wants yer feyther ter go ter prove—theys wants yer feyther ter go—theys wants yer feyther—ver feyther—” The woman at the other side of the table arose with an injured air. She had received scarcely a word of thanks for her berries, scarcely even a show of interest in her story. ‘“Thyars them as takes an int’rest in thyar feller critters, an’ thyars them as don’t,” she said, tartly; ‘‘an’ thyars them as has thyar s’picion o’ things.” <S (G(0) comicboo