He stopped and glanced suddenly at Louisiana. He pulled himself up and smiled.
"Ye aint in the notion o' hevin' the cupoly," he said. "We kin hev it as soon as not—'n' seems ter me thar's a heap o' style to 'em."
"Anything that pleases you will please me, father," she said.
He gave her a mild, cheerful look.
"Ye don't take much int'russ in it yet, do ye?" he said. "But ye will when it gits along kinder. Lord! ye'll be as impatient as Ianthy an' me war when it gits along."
She tried to think she would, but without very much success. She lingered about for a while and at last went to her own room at the other end of the house and shut herself in.
Her trunk had been carried upstairs and set in its old place behind the door. She opened it and began to drag out the dresses and other adornments she had taken with her to the Springs. There was the blue muslin. She threw it on the floor and dropped beside it, half sitting, half kneeling. She laughed quite savagely.
"I thought it was very nice when I made it," she said. "I wonder how she would like to wear it?" She pulled out one thing after another until the floor around her was strewn. Then she got up and left them, and ran to the bed and threw herself into a chair beside it, hiding her face in the pillow.
"Oh, how dull it is, and how lonely!" she said. "What shall I do? What shall I do?"
And while she sobbed she heard the blows upon the boards below.