That Girl of Johnson's — page 50: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S, ~. 2 39 pantry shelves to set; she built a fire on the kitchen hearth and prepared breakfast; she set the square pine table ready when her father should come. Then she sat down on the door-stone again to wait for him. The cow was cropping the grass on the road-side, her breathing deep and contented. Lodie, the next neighbor, came up the road with a bucket. His well was low in this dry weather; Johnson’s well was public property at such times. He walked awkwardly when he saw Dolores; under her eyes he always felt himself humbled; her large eyes saw through and through one; a liar lost his glibness in her presence. He shambled up to the wall and set down his bucket; he was in his shirt sleeves and hatless; the rope ran through his brawny hands with a dull shriek. ‘“A sheer day,” he said, apologetically, looking at the brindle. Dolores looked at him, and he knew she heard him, though she did not speak. “‘Hev yer feyther got back yet?” he asked, presently, more to break the oppressive stillness and the conscious- ness of her eyes upon him than for conversation, for Lodie was given to few words. Dolores roused herself, a slow thought coming to her mind. ‘‘T have been waiting for my father,” she said. ‘‘Is he still at the tavern ?” Lodie held the bucket suspended half way down the well; adull surprise was the leading expression on his face. “Don’t ye know where he went, D’lores? Warn’t ye hyar when he kem up fer his gun an’ started ter hunt ther cow ower yander on ther mounting? Jenkins kem in yesterday from ther opp’site mounting an’ tole et ther tav’n yer cow were a-strayin’, an’ yer feyther kem up fer his gun so’t ef he kem ’cross game on his way he’d heva show fer et. Ther cow is hyar; where’s yer feyther ?” Gomicbooks.co