An' then
Bessie says as she's wantin' t' come over at th' New Year t' visit
Emily."
"An' why weren't you askin' she t' come back with un th' day?" asked
Mrs. Gray.
"Oh, I wish she had!" exclaimed Emily.
"I were askin' she," he explained, "but she were thinkin' she'd wait
till th' New Year. Her mother's rare busy th' week wi' th' men all in
from th' bush, an' needin' Bessie's help."
"An' how's th' folk findin' th' fur?" asked Mrs. Gray as she poured
the tea.
"Wonderful fine. Wonderful fine with all un as be in."
"An' I'm glad t' hear un. 'Twill be givin' th' folk a chance t' pay
th' debts. Th' two bad seasons must ha' put most of un in a bad way
for debt."
"Aye, 'twill that. An' now we're like t' have two fine seasons. 'Tis
th' way un always runs."
"'Tis th' Lard's way," said Mrs. Gray reverently.
"The's a band o' Injuns come th' day," added Richard Gray, "an' they
reports fur rare plenty inside, as 'tis about here. An' I'm thinkin'
Bob'll be doin' fine his first year in th' bush."
"Oh, I'm hopin'--I'm hopin' so--for th' lad's sake an' Emily's. 'Tis
how th' Lard's makin' a way for th' brave lad t' send Emily t' th'
doctor--an' he comes back safe."
"I were askin' th' Mountaineers had they seen Nascaupee footin', an'
they seen none.
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