After the return from the grave-yard there was a prolonged discussion
held among the heads of the different branches of the family. They
gathered at one end of the back porch and talked of Louisiana, who sat
before the log fire in her room upstairs.
"She aint in the notion o' leavin' the place," said Aunt 'Nervy. "She
cried powerful when I mentioned it to her, an' wouldn't hear to it.
She says over an' over ag'in 'Let me stay in the home he made for me,
Aunt Ca'line.' I reckon she's a kind o' notion Elbert 'lowed fur her
to be yere when he was gone."
"Wa-al now," said Uncle Leander, "I reckon he did. He talked a heap on
it when he was in a talkin' way. He's said to me 'I want things to be
jest as she'd enjoy 'em most--when she's sorter lonesome, es she will
be, mebbe.' Seemed like he hed it in his mind es he warnt long fur
this world. Don't let us cross her in nothin'. _He_ never did. He
was powerful tender on her, was Elbert."
"I seed Marthy Lureny Nance this mornin'," put in Aunt Ca'line, "an' I
told her to come up an' kinder overlook things. She haint with no one
now, an' I dessay she'd like to stay an' keep house."
"I don't see nothin' ag'in it," commented Uncle Steve, "if Louisianny
don't. She's a settled woman, an's bin married, an' haint no family to
pester her sence Nance is dead."
"She was allers the through-goin' kind," said Aunt 'Nervy. "Things 'll
be well looked to--an' she thought a heap o' Elbert. They was raised
together."
"S'pos'n ye was to go in an' speak to Louisianny," suggested Uncle
Steve.
Louisiana, being spoken to, was very tractable. She was willing to do
anything asked of her but go away.
"I should be very glad to have Mrs. Nance here, Aunt Minerva," she
said. "She was always very kind, and father liked her. It won't be
like having a strange face near me. Please tell her I want her to come
and that I hope she will try to feel as if she was at home."
So Marthy Lureny Nance came, and was formally installed in her
position. She was a tall, strongly-built woman, with blue eyes, black
hair, and thick black eyebrows. She wore, when she arrived, her best
alpaca gown and a starched and frilled blue sun-bonnet. When she
presented herself to Louisiana she sat down before her, removed this
sun-bonnet with a scientific flap and hung it on the back of her chair.
"Ye look mighty peak-ed, Louisianny," she said. "Mighty peak-ed."
"I don't feel very well," Louisiana answered, "but I suppose I shall be
better after a while."
"Ye're takin' it powerful hard, Louisianny," said Mrs. Nance, "an' I
don't blame ye. I aint gwine to pester ye a-talkin'. I jest come to
say I 'lowed to do my plum best by ye, an' ax ye whether ye liked hop
yeast or salt risin'?"
At the end of the week Louisiana and Mrs. Nance were left to
themselves. Aunt 'Nervy and Aunt Ca'line and the rest had returned to
their respective homes, even Jenny had gone back to Bowersville where
she boarded with a relation and went to school.
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