"I've jest ben a-settin' yere a-steddyin'," he said. "A man wants to
see it a few times an' take it sorter gradual afore he kin do it
jestice. A-lookin' at it from yere, now," with a wide sweep of his
hand toward the improvements, "ye kin see how much style thar is to it.
Seems to me thet the--the mountains now, they look better. It--waal it
kinder sets 'em off--it kinder sets 'em off."
"It is very much prettier," she answered.
"Lord, yes! Thar aint no comparison. I was jest a-settin' thinkin'
thet anyone thet'd seed it as it was afore they'd not know it. Ianthy,
fer instants--Ianthy she wouldn't sca'cely know it was home--thar's so
much style to it."
He suddenly stopped and rested against the door-lintel. He was pale
again, though he kept up a stout air of good cheer.
"Lord!" he said, after a little pause, "it's a heap stylisher!"
Presently he bent down and picked up a twig which lay on the ground at
his feet. He began to strip the leaves from it with careful slowness,
and he kept his eyes fixed on it as he went on talking.
"Ye'll never guess who I've ben a-talkin' to to-day, an' what I've ben
talkin' to 'em about."
She put her hand on his knee caressingly.
"Tell me, father," she said.
He laughed a jerky, high-pitched laugh.
"I've ben talkin' to Jedge Powers," he said. "He's up yere from
Howelsville, a-runnin' fer senator. He's sot his mind on makin' it,
too, an' he was a-tellin' me what his principles was. He--he's got a
heap o' principles. An' he told me his wife an' family was a-goin' to
Europe. He was mighty sosherble--an' he said they was a-goin' to
Europe."
He had stripped the last leaf from the twig and had begun upon the
bark. Just at this juncture it slipped from his hand and fell on the
ground. He bent down again to pick it up.
"Louisianny," he said, "how--would ye like to go to Europe?"
She started back amazed, but she could not catch even a glimpse of his
face, he was so busy with the twig.
"I go to Europe--I!" she said. "I don't--I never thought of it. It is
not people like us who go to Europe, father."
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