I've heerd what a solitary life you've been livin'
sence she died. God knows she wus a big loss, an' it does bring a
great change to part with sech a friend, but, from what I heer, you let
'er death bother you most too much. Why, folks tell me you hain't at
all like you used to be, an' that you jest stayed at home an' never
went about with the young folks any more. You don't look as well as
you did the last time I seed you, nuther. I reckon it's yore way o'
living but you jest sha'n't do that away over heer. You've got to be
natural like other young folks, an' you jest shall, ef I have anything
to say in the matter. John, yore mamma was the best friend I ever had,
an'--"
She paused. Luke was hallooing to some one down the road, and
Westerfelt heard the rumble of wheels over a distant bridge. Mrs.
Bradley went to the door and went out.
"They are comin', the whole caboodle of 'em!" she cried, excitedly. "I
declare, I believe I enjoy a party as much as any gal that ever lived,
an' at my age, too--it's shameful. I'd be talked about in some
places." She laid her hands on the shoulders of her guest, her face
beaming.
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