Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

Mary E. Wilkins Freeman

Summary

Portrait of Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Emancipation (1915)

In reality, Billy practically wished to make his mud-pies of life instead of sitting there so carefully combed and brushed, with his religious newspaper unread on his knees. He was thinking about his daughter with a sort of rueful love and admiration and dissent. He said to himself, as he often said to Sam Ellis: “Esther is the salt of the earth. She's as pretty as they make 'em, and neat, and a good cook, and she does her duty by me, and she has a hard time of it. She would have a harder if she didn't naturally expect so much of men-folks and make allowances.
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Portrait of Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Emancipation (1915)

Billy coughed. He found it rather difficult to desist after he had watched his daughter out of sight. He still coughed while frantically beckoning Sam Ellis on the grocery piazza.
Sam shambled over and entered, grinning. Sam was a shabby figure. He came from a good old family, but he was the last shred of it, swaying and fraying before the winds of destiny, with nobody of his kith or kin to mend him, or brush him, or attend generally to his physical welfare. He lived alone in a corner of the old Ellis house.
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Portrait of Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Mary E. Wilkins Freeman Emancipation (1915)

I can cook to beat any woman round here; and I don't want any arrangin' of my belongin's so I can't find a durned thing when I want it. You could rent your house, Billy, and that would give you and Esther a little extra. Of course, it wouldn't cost you nothin' to live here, but money is money.”
“Yes, it is,” assented Billy. He sighed. “Tell you what 'tis, Sam: livin' here with you, and both of us doin' jest as we are a mind to, would be too much for this world, I guess. I'd feel as I used to with Betsey. Betsey used to let me smoke all over the house.
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