"
"I will leave the room, but I cannot leave the house while you are
alive," remarked Lindy firmly.
"Why not?" said Mrs. Putnam. "I want to die in peace, and I shall go
much easier if I know I haven't got to set my eyes on your face agin."
"I promised Jones," said Lindy, "that I would never leave you while you
were alive."
"Oh, you promised Jones, did yer?" cried Mrs. Putnam with a sneer.
"Wall, Jones will let you off on yer promise jest to 'blige me, so yer
needn't stay any longer."
As Lindy walked towards the door, Mrs. Putnam spoke again.
"Did yer ever tell anybody I wasn't yer mother?" Lindy hesitated. "Why
don't you out with it," said Mrs. Putnam, "and say no, no matter if it
is a lie? Samanthy can lie faster'n a horse can trot, and I know you put
her up to it."
"I have been impudent and disrespectful to you many times, Mrs. Putnam,
when you were cross to me, but I never told you a deliberate lie in my
life. I have told one person that you were not my mother."
"What did yer do it fur?" asked Mrs. Putnam.
"I wished to retain his good opinion," replied Lindy.
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