He takes all her drudgery as a matter of course."
John Jay's head dropped lower and lower, as he screwed his toes around
in the dust of the path, mortified and embarrassed. All the whippings of
his life had never stung him so deeply as George's quiet words. He was
used to being scolded for his laziness. He never paid any attention to
that; but to have his "Rev'und Gawge" regard him as dishonest as Mr.
Boden hurt him more than words could express.
Another wagon came rattling up in a cloud of dust. Without waiting to
see the newcomer, he dodged around the corner of the house and ran down
to the barn. A pair of puppies came frisking out ready for a romp, and
an old Maltese cat, stretched out in the sun, stood up and arched its
back at his approach. He took no notice of them, but crawling up into
the hay, threw himself down in a dark corner with his face hidden in his
arms.
Mars' Nat came home after awhile. John Jay could hear Ned putting the
horse into the stall, and throwing the corn into the feed-box. Then
everything was still for a long time.
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