"I've cautioned Celestina not to go talkin' to her any more just now,"
announced the little old man when she had gone. "Your aunt's an awful
good woman; no better lives. But there's times like today when things
don't strike her as they do me an' Delight. She's so fond of the girl
that her first thought would be for the money an' all that; but that
would be the last consideration in the world in Delight's mind. She's
awful loyal an' affectionate. Things go deep with her, an' she sets a
heap of store by the folks she cares for. Why, Zenas Henry is like her
own father. Since she was a wee tot she ain't known no other. While
this old lady, her grandmother--what is she? Why, she don't mean
nothin'--not a thing!"
They walked on toward the shop door, each occupied with his own
reveries; then suddenly Willie roused himself.
"Why, if here ain't Janoah!" he exclaimed.
"What you doin', Jan? Was you after somethin'? I reckon you found the
place pretty well deserted an' were wonderin' what had become of us
all."
"I warn't doin' no wonderin', Willie Spence," the man replied.
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