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"Yes; it was her that called last week," returns her amiable mother-in-law, laying an unmistakable stress upon the pronoun.,"Now tell me something else," she says, after a little bit. "Do all the women you know dress a great deal?","Had your supper, Pa?" she asked.,"Ah! so Geoffrey says," returns she, with a perfectly unembarrassed and pleased little laugh, while a great gleam of tender love comes into her eyes as she makes mention of her husband's name. "But I really am not you know.",He was suddenly hailed from the gate by a loud, hearty voice.,Lou, bending to caress him, heard Billy give an exclamation, and ran forward. "It's here, Lou," he cried excitedly, "a tin box an' a shot-bag full of gold in a hollered-out log. The bag has been ripped open by Croaker. I'll have to go inside to get the box out.","Why, seems she was up here lookin' fer somethin' a little while ago. She saw your pants layin' there an' she thought maybe they needed patchin', so she took 'em down with her.","A strange girl, I thought, but very pretty. Yes—was it English she talked?",Billy nodded.,"Ay, it looks pretty and gives the child something to do." There is a regretful ring in his tone that induces Geoffrey to ask the next question.,"I shall do nothing but look at the clock and listen for the sound of the horse's feet.",Oft from the airy steep of some lone hill,.