I like to
hear him talk--he's got ideas on 'most every kind of thing--but I have
to work, myself."
"Do you mean that he doesn't work?" asked Emily.
"I don't know whether he does or not. I can't make out. If he don't
he's an awful good make-believe, that's all I've got to say. One time
I caught him back of the woodpile sound asleep, but he was hanging onto
the axe just the same. Said he set up half the night before worryin'
for fear he mightn't be able to get through his next day's work, and the
want of rest had been too much for him. Then he started in to tell me
about his home life and I listened for ten minutes before I come to
enough to get back to the house."
"Do you think he is lazy, Imogene?"
"I don't know. He says he never had no chance and it might be that's so.
He says the ambition's been pretty well drove out of him, and I guess it
has. I should think 'twould be. The way that sister of his nags at him
all the time is enough to drive out the--the measles."
Imogene and Hannah Parker, as Captain Obed said, "rubbed each other the
wrong way." Hannah was continually calling to see her brother,
probably to make sure that he was there and not in the dangerous Larkin
neighborhood. Imogene resented these visits--"usin' up Mrs. Thankful's
time," she said they were--and she and Hannah had some amusing clashes.
Miss Parker was inclined to patronize the girl from the Orphan's Home,
and Imogene objected.
"Well," observed Hannah, on one occasion, "I presume likely you find it
nice to be down here, where folks are folks and not just 'inmates.
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