Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 36 of 114
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86 THE BEAUTY OF WILLARD’S MILL. that pink calico. She has so much more judgment than I have in cutting out—no doubt she could make it look a little like Constance’s dresses, if she had one to look at. You will let me sew a little, won’t you ?” “Sakes alive! Minnie, I reckon you dave got to be a woman—powerful sudden, too. Who ever heard of your undertakin’ sich business, afore ?” “There never was any thing for me to do in the world, be- fore, but just to ‘grow up wild, as father says; and now, you see, I must hurry, to make up for lost time.” : Dr. Parker, on his visit that day, pronounced his patient’s symptoms all favorable. To relieve Mrs. Willard of so many and varied cares, Constance devoted herself to the duty of attending on him; and though inexperienced, proved herself “pure womanly” in her capacity for such gentle service. Nat Arnold’s expedition to Kanesville was only partially successful. He brought Constance’s luggage; but instead of her brother, whom she was pining to see, the following note : “Dear Sis:—I am sorry enough for poor Fletcher, and you too, for that matter! I am afraid I did wrong to bring you with me, If you are no better lodged where you are than most people in this country, I don’t belieye you can en- dure it all summer. But keep up your courage; I shall be down to see you in a few days. I can not come now, for there are some men here waiting for me to go with them to look at a piece of land up the country. Take good care of Fletcher, and give my respects to the family. ; “Your loving brother, “ CHARLES. “Pp. &—Tll try and get the pony for you, when I return.” During the days which followed, there was enough to fill the thoughts and hands of all. The sound of hammers resounded from the new building, going up with Western rapidity ; work at the mill was resumed; Constance was the nurse of the unfortunate artist, and even little Minnie found something to do, in helping her cousin at the friendly task. When he first sat up in the easy-chair, improvised from an comlcbooks.com