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she likes it. : said Peter Bobling de-
cidedly. and that's enoagh.-
-Oh. said Hin. -then it's an under.
stood thing?-
Peter Boiling took up his milk pail
and started toward the kitchen door.
deigning no reply to this question.
Reuben Hill chuckled again.
Guess it'll be a match" said he to
himself
Inside the new olive green house prep
arations for an early tea were cul.
minating. The kettle sung on the neatly
blacked stove, the odor of hot biscuit
permeated the room, and Polly Boiling,
the farmers single sister, was filling a
glass dish with stewed dried apples, fru-
gally mingled with orange peel to give it
a more decided flavor.
"Oh, you've got back1" said Peter,
carrying his milk pail through to the
cool, shady little milk room beyond, with
its shelves painted yellow, and its stone
crooks and shining tin pans arrayed in
spotless order.
Yes, Polly answered, "Pve got back.
~Emily all right?"
"Yes, Em'ly's all right. Why shouldn't
she be all right?" tartly demanded Miss
Boiling. "She amt cheeny, to crack, is
she2 or sugar or salt, to meltP Why
don't you ask me IL I'm all right say,
Petel" she added.
"Eh7"
IHave you asked that widow woman
to marry your"
"Ihain'tyet, Peter answered doggedly.
"But Pm goin' to this blessed night"
You're sot ont, be your"
ayes, bel"
~Well," said Polly Boiling, deliber-
ately measuring the thick yellow cream
into the blue edged cups, II guess you'll
change your mind when you hear what
I've got TO tell you.
"Eh?" again uttered Peter.
There's your tea. Now listen: left
Mrs. Ennis at Griggs's dry goods store to
do hertradin', an Jest tied old Blackey to
the lamp post close by the store door, and
stepped over to Wilkins's hair store to
match my company curls. P'r'aps you've
noticed that my hair has grayed up
conSid'able OF late, and the old curls is
too brown"
Peter shifted.
IF folks is too sot up to wear the hair
the Lord Almighty give EN-"
YES, yesl but jest hear me out, in
terrupted Polly, helping herself to some
thinly shaved smoked beef. "Well,
Wilkins's stock wasn't very big, and the
color was hard to match, so Mis- Wilk-
ins and me went up stairs where the
hands was maxim up goods to see what
we could find. And the first thing I
heerd was Widow Ennis's voice sayin',
Now, ] don't want nobody to know
nothin' about this. Mind you, don't
breathe it 10 mortal soulr So ! Jest
stepped back, and made sign to Mis-
Wilkins to hold her tongue. is she
buyin' false hairY whispered. Laws,
yesP says Mis- Wilkins, in the same tone
of voice. She's one of the best CUSTOM
ers we have"
Peter Boiling dropped his knife.
-Tain't truei" said he.
Says /, What's she a buyin' nowF
Says she, "A wigr Says l, "Tain't pos
sibler Says she. We'll, you can see and
hear for yourself So she Jest fetched
me behind the screen where could peep
through rip in the curtains, and there
she was, a pickin' and a choosin' as
pa'tickler as you please. And she finally
bought it, and paid a for it. Not an all
round wig, but front hair wig; an she
put it on, larfin' as silly as could be. An
says she, How do I lookr says she. LIZ
these crimps becomin' to mer"
BE ye tellin' me the TRUTH" croaked
Peter.
Jest as sure as set herel" asserted
his sister.
Emily Ennis with wig onl"
yes, Emily Ennis with a wig onl"
wal, then, that settles the matterl"
said Peter hoarsely. Il won't marry no
woman that wears false hairl"
-IIold on, Peter-hold onl" counseled
his sister. There amt but precious few
Of 'cm but wars curIs, or a switch, on
false bangs, or suthin.' Don't be rash. I"
Cant help 1t, =" doggedly asserted hes
brother. I've said 1t and / mean it
Goodness mel the idea Of havin' a woman
around with her head all covered with
goodness knows what all, come out Of mo-
body knows where-burying grounds o.
hospitals or plague ships, or suthin' o.
that sortl Neverl"
Il wear false curls, curtIy observed
Polly, %and don't b'Iieve none o them.
things about 'e5n, neither.
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