"What are you up here for?" cried Mrs. Putnam, a look of displeasure
clouding her face.
"I knew Samanthy had gone out, and so I came up to see if I could do
anything for you, mother."
"Don't mother me. I ain't your mother, and I mean everybody shall know
it soon's I'm dead."
"I've had to say mother before other people," explained Lindy, "and
that's why I forgot myself then. Pray excuse me."
"Oh, don't put on yer citified airs when yer talkin' to me. Ain't yer
glad I'm goin' ter die?"
"I hope you will get better, Mrs. Putnam," answered Lindy.
"You know better," rejoined Mrs. Putnam. "You'll be glad when I'm gone,
for then you kin go gallivantin' 'round and spend the money that my son
worked hard fur."
"I've used very little of it," said Lindy; "less than the interest; I
have never touched the principal."
Lindy still remained standing at the foot of the bed.
"Didn't yer hear me say I didn't want nuthin'?" asked Mrs. Putnam.
"I will leave the room then," replied Lindy quietly.
"I wish you would," said Mrs. Putnam, "and you'll do me a favor if
you'll pack yer duds as quick as yer can and git out of the house and
never come back agin.
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