Farm life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Indiana -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction
"The ways in which he 'beat' me no Bates would understand. I had eight
years of them, and I don't understand them yet; but I am so cooked with
them, that I shall be wild with joy if you truly mean for me to pack up
and come home with you for awhile."
"Oh, Lordy, Katie!" said Mrs. Bates. "This whipped out,
take-anything-anyway style ain't becomin' to a big, fine, upstanding
woman like you. Hold up your head, child! Hold up your head, and say
what you want, an' how you want it!"
"Honestly, Mother, I don't want a thing on earth but to go home with
you and do as you say for the next ten years," said Kate.
"Stiffen up!" cried Mrs. Bates. "Stiffen up!" "Don't be no broken
reed, Katie! I don't want you dependin' on ME; I came to see if you
would let ME lean on YOU the rest of the way. I wa'n't figuring that
there was anything on this earth that could get you down; so's I was
calculatin' you'd be the very one to hold me up. Since you seem to be
feeling unaccountably weak in the knees, let's see if we can brace them
a little. Livin' with Pa so long must kind of given me a tendency
toward nussin' a deed. I've got one here I had executed two years ago,
and I was a coming with it along about now, when 'a little bird tole
me' to come to-day, so here I am. Take that, Katie."
Mrs. Bates pulled a long sealed envelope from the front of her dress
and tossed it in Kate's lap.
"Mother, what is this?" asked Kate in a hushed voice.
"Well, if you'd rather use your ears than your eyes, it's all the same
to me," said Mrs. Bates. "The boys always had a mortal itchin' to get
their fingers on the papers in the case. I can't say I don't like the
difference; and I've give you every chance, too, an you WOULDN'T
demand, you WOULDN'T specify. Well, I'll just specify myself. I'm
dead tired of the neighbours taking care of me, and all of the children
stoppin' every time they pass, each one orderin' or insinuatin'
according to their lights, as to what I should do. I've always had a
purty clear idea of what I wanted to do myself. Over forty years, I
sided with Pa, to keep the peace; NOW I reckon I'm free to do as I
like. That's my side. You can tell me yours, now."
Kate shook her head: "I have nothing to say."
"Jest as well," said Mrs. Bates. "Re-hashing don't do any good. Come
back, and come to-day; but stiffen up. That paper you are holding is a
warrantee deed to the home two hundred to you and your children after
you. You take possession to-day. There's money in the bank to paper,
an' paint, and make any little changes you'd like, such as cutting
doors or windows different places, floorin' the kitchen new, or the
like. Take it an' welcome. I got more 'an enough to last me all my
days; all I ask of you is my room, my food, and your company. Take the
farm, and do what you pretty please with it."
"But, Mother!" cried Kate. "The rest of them! They'd tear me limb for
limb. I don't DARE take this."
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