“And did he fight you?” asked Mr. Opp, indignantly.
“Naw, sir; I fit him. We put nigh tore up de floor ob de kitchen. Den he bust my haid open wif de poker, an’ looks lak I been losing my knowledge ever sence. From dat day I ’low I’s gwine to git even if it took me till I died, an’ now dat spiteful old devil done died fust. But I’s gwine see him buried. I want to see ’em nail him up in a box and th’ow dirt on him.”
Aunt Tish ended the recital in a sing-song chant, worked up to a state of hysteria by the recital of her ancient wrong.
Mr. Opp sighed both for the past and the present. He saw the futility of arguing the case.
“Well, you’ll stay until the boat whistles?” he asked. “Sometimes it is two hours late.”
“Yas, sir; but when dat whistle toots I’s gwine. Ef you is heah, all right; ef you ain’t, all right: I’s gwine!”
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As Mr. Opp passed through the hall he saw Miss Kippy slip ahead of him and conceal herself behind the door. She carried something hidden in her apron.
“Have you learned your reading lesson to say to brother D. to-night?” he asked, ignoring her behavior. “You are getting so smart, learning to read handwriting just as good as I can!”
But Miss Kippy only peeped at him through the crack in the door and refused to be friendly. For several days she had been furtive and depressed, and had not spoken to either Aunt Tish or himself.
On the way to his office Mr. Opp was surprised to see Mr. Gallop leaning out of the window of his little room beckoning frantically. It was evident that Mr. Gallop had a secret to divulge, and Mr. Gallop with a secret was as excited as a small bird with a large worm.