Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Piedmont (U.S. : Region) -- Fiction; Virginia -- Fiction
Moving out of the throng, she kissed Rufus, who looked dejected and
resentful.
"How is Pa, Rufus?"
"There ain't any change. The doctor says he may drag on this way for
several weeks, or he may go suddenly at any time."
"Well, we'd better start right on." Walking quickly up the slope to
where the old buggy was standing, she put her arms round Dan's neck and
laid her cheek against him. "He knows me," she said, "dear old Dan, he
hasn't forgotten me. Is there anything you want for Ma at the store?"
"She gave me a list. I left it with Minnie May."
"Minnie May doesn't work in the store, does she? Who looks after the
children?"
"She does. She does everything."
"Well, it's a shame. She oughtn't to, and only thirteen. I'll speak to
Nathan about it."
At her commanding tone, Rufus grinned. "You've come back looking as if
you could run the world, Dorinda," he observed, with envy. "I wish I
could go away. I'd start to-morrow, if it wasn't for Pa."
"Yes, that's why I came back. We can't leave Pa and Ma now. But it's
hard on you, Rufus."
"You bet it is! It's my turn to get away next."
She assented. "I know it. If the time comes when Pa can do without you,
I'll help you to go. You'll never make much of a farmer."
He stared moodily at the road, but she could see that her promise had
encouraged him. "There's nothing in it," he answered. "I believe it is
the meanest work ever made. You may slave till you drop, and there's
never anything to show for it. Look at Pa."
"Pa never had a chance. He grew up at the wrong time. But all farming
isn't bad. Suppose we had a dairy farm?"
He grinned again. "O Lord! with one cow! You're out of your head!"
"Perhaps. Anyway, I've come back to see what I can do."
Her glance wavered as Nathan, having dashed into the store with the mail
bag, came toward them with the kind of lope that he used when he was in
a hurry. "I didn't get a chance to speak to you at the train, Dorinda,"
he said, "but all the same I'm glad you're home again. The children want
to get a peek at you in your city clothes. Minnie May's gone crazy about
your veil."
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