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She laughed as she looked at us. In a moment she ran her hand down the side of Hope's gown. Then she lifted a fold of the cloth and felt of it thoughtfully.
'How much was that a yard?'she asked a dreamy look in her eyes. 'Wy! w'y!'she continued as Hope told her the sum. 'Terrible steep! but it does fit splendid! Oughter wear well too! Wish ye d put that on if ye go t'church nex'Sunday.
'O mother!'said Hope, laughing, 'I ll wear my blue silk.
'Come boys 'n girls,'said Elizabeth suddenly, 'dinner's all ready in the other room.
'Beats the world!'said Uncle Eb, as we sat down at the table. 'Ye do look gran'if me - ree-markable gran , both uv ye. Tek a premium at any fair - ye would sartin.
'Has he won yer affections?'said David laughing as he looked over at Hope.
'He has,'said she solemnly.
'Affections are a sing lar kind o'prop ty,'said Uncle Eb. 'Hain't good fer nuthin''iii ye ve gin em away. Then, like as not, they git very valyble.
'Good deal that way with money too,'said Elizabeth Brower.
'I recollec'when Hope was a leetle bit uv a girl'said Uncle Eb, 'she used if say 'et when she got married she was goin'if hev her husban'rub my back fer me when it was lame.
'I haven t forgotten it,'said Hope, 'and if you will all come you will make us happier.
'Good many mouths if feed!'Uncle Ebb remarked.
'I could take in sewing and help some,'said Elizabeth Brower, as she sipped her tea.
There was a little quiver in David's under lip as he looked over at her. 'You ain't able t'do hard work any more, mother,'said he. 'She won't never hey to nuther,'said Uncle Eb. 'Don't never pay if go bookin'fer trouble - it stew easy if find. There ain'no sech thing 's trouble 'n this world 'less ye look for it. Happiness won't hey nuthin if dew with a man thet likes trouble. Minnit a man stops lookin'fer trouble happiness 'II look fer him. Things came puny nigh's ye like 'em here 'n this world - hot er cold er only middlin . Ye can either laugh er cry er fight er fish er go if meetin . If ye don't like erry one you can fin fault. I m on the lookout fer happiness - suits me best, someway, an don't hurt my feelin's a bit.
'Ev'ry day's a kind uv a circus day with you, Holden,'said David Brower. 'Alwuss hevin'a good time. Ye can hey more fun with yerseif 'n any man I ever see.'
'If I hey as much hereafter es I've hed here, I ain't a goin'if fin'no fault,'said Uncle Eb. ''S a reel, splendid world. God's fixed it up so ev ry body can hey a good time if they ll only hey it. Once I heard uv a poor man 'at hed a bushel o'corn give tew him. He looked up kind o'sad an'ast if they wouldn t please shell it. Then they tuk it away. God's gin us happiness in the ear, but He ain't a goin't'shell it fer us. You n 'Lizabeth oughter be very happy. Look a'them tew childern!
There came a rap at the door then. David put on his cap and went out with Uncle Eb.
'It's somebody for more money,'Elizabeth whispered, her eyes filling. 'I know 'tis, or he would have asked him in. We re goin't lose our home.
Her lips quivered; she covered her eyes a moment.
'David ain't well,'she continued. 'Worries night 'n day over money matters. Don't say much, but I can see it's alwuss on his mind. Woke up in the middle o'the night awhile ago. Found him sittm by the stove. "Mother," he said, "we can't never go back to farmin . I've ploughed furrows enough if go 'round the world. Couldn't never go through it ag in." "Well," said I, "if you think best we could start over see how we git along. I m willin'if try it." "No, we re too old," he says. "Thet's out o'the question. I've been thinkin'what'll we do there with Bill 'n Hope if we go t'live with 'em? Don't suppose they ll hey any hosses if take care uv er any wood if chop. What we'll hey if do is more n I can make out. We can't do nuthin; we've never learnt how."
'We ve thought that all over,'I said. 'We may have a place in the country with a big garden.
'Well,'said she, 'I m very well if I am over sixty. I can cook an wash an'mend an'iron just as well as I ever could.
Uncle Eb came to the door then.
'Bill,'he said, 'I want you 'n Hope if come out here 'n look at this young colt o'mine. He's playful 's a kitten.
We put on our wraps and went to the stable. Uncle Eb was there alone.
'If ye brought any Cnssmus presents,'he whispered, 'slip 'em into my han s. I m goin'if run the cirkis t'morrow an'if we don't hev fun a plenty I'll miss my guess.
'I ll lay them out in my room,'said Hope.
'Be sure 'n put the names on 'em,'Uncle Eb whispered, as Hope went away.
'What have ye done with the "bilers"?'I enquired.
'Sold 'em,'said he, laughing. 'Barker never kep'his promise. Heard they d gone over t'the 'Burg an'was tryin't'sell more territory. I says if Dave, "You let me manage 'em an'I ll put 'em out o business here 'n this part o'the country." So I writ out an advertisement fer the paper. Read about this way: "Fer sale. Twelve hunderd patented suction Wash B ilers. Anyone at can't stan'prosperity an'is learnin'if swear ll find 'em a great help. If he don't he's a bigger fool 'n I am. Nuthin'in 'em but tin - that's wuth somethin . Warranted t'hold water."
'Wall ye know how that editor talks? 'Twant a day 'fore the head man o'the b iler business come 'n bought 'em. An'the advertisement was never put in. Guess he wan t hankerin'if hey his business sp ilt.
Uncle Eb was not at the supper table that evening.
'Where's Holden?'said Elizabeth Brower.
'Dunno,'said David. 'Goin'after Santa Claus he tol'me.
'Never see the beat o'that man!'was the remark of Elizabeth, as she poured the tea. 'Jes'like a boy ev ry Crissmus time. Been so excited fer a week couldn't hardly contain himself.
'Ketched him out 'n the barn if other day laffin'like a fool,'said David. 'Thought he was crazy.
We sat by the fire after the supper dishes were put away, talking of all the Christmas Days we could remember. Hope and I thought our last in Faraway best of all and no wonder, for we had got then the first promise of the great gift that now made us happy. Elizabeth, sitting in her easy-chair, told of Christmas in the olden time when her father had gone to the war with the British.
David sat near me, his face in the firelight - the broad brow wrinkled into furrows and framed in locks of iron-grey. He was looking thoughtfully at the fire. Uncle Eb came soon, stamping and shaking the snow out of his great fur coat.
'Col'night,'he said, warming his hands.
Then he carried his coat and cap away, returning shortly, with a little box in his hand.
'Jes'thought I d buy this fer fun,'said he, holding it down to the firelight. 'Dummed if I ever see the like uv it. Whoa!'he shouted, as the cover flew open, releasing a jumping-jack. 'Quicker n a grasshopper! D ye ever see sech a sassy little critter?
Then he handed it to Elizabeth.
'Wish ye Merry Christmas, Dave Brower!'said he.
'Ain't as merry as I might be,'said David.
'Know what's the matter with ye,'said Unde Eb. 'Searchin'after trouble - thet's what ye re doin . Findin'lots uv it right there 'n the fire. Trouble 's goiti't'git mighty scurce 'round here this very selfsame night. Ain't goin't'be nobody lookin'fer it - thet's why. Fer years ye ve been takin'care o'somebody et 'II take care 'o you, long's ye live - sartin sure. Folks they said ye was fools when ye took 'em in. Man said I was a fool once. Aiwuss hed a purty fair idee o'myself sence then. When some folks call ye a fool 's a ruther good sign ye ain't Ye ve waited a long time fer yer pay - ain t much longer if wait now.
There was a little quaver in his voice, We all looked at him in silence. Uncle Eb drew out his wallet with trembling hands, his fine old face lit with a deep emotion. David looked up at him as iihe wondered what joke was coming, until he saw his excitement.
'Here's twenty thousan'dollars,'said Unde Eb, 'a reel, genuwine bank check!'jist as good as gold. Here 'tis! A Crissmus present fer you 'n Elizabeth. An'may God bless ye both!
David looked up incredulously. Then he took the bit of paper. A big tear rolled down his cheek.
'Why, Holden! Whatdoes this mean?'he asked.
''At the Lord pays Flis debts,'said Uncle Eb. 'Read it.
Hope had lighted the lamp.
David rose and put on his spectacles. One eyebrow had lifted
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