straw. She caught it from his hands, and
turned it about curiously. She had knit it herself--for Absalom!

When she came into the house, beaming with joy, the baby holding the
glove in his hands, the men listened to her in dumfounded amaze, and
with significant side glances at each other.

"He wouldn't take the baby whenst he hed the chance, 'kase he knowed
'twould hurt me so. An' he never wanted ter torment me--I reckon he
never _did_ mean ter torment me. An' he did 'low wunst he war sorry he
spited dad. Oh! I hev been a heap too quick an' spiteful myself. I hev
been so terrible wrong! Look a-hyar; he lef' this glove ter show me he
hed been hyar, an' could hev tuk the baby ef he hed hed the heart ter do
it. Oh! I'm goin' right up the mounting an' tell him how sorry I be."

"Toler'ble cheap!" grumbled Stephen--"one old glove. An' he'll git
Elnathan Daniel an' ye too. A smart fox he be."

They could not dissuade her. And after a time it came to pass that the
Quimbey and Kittredge feuds were healed; for how could the heart of a
grandfather withstand a toddling spectacle in pink calico that ran away
one day some two years later, in company with an adventurous dog, and
came down the mountain to the cabin in the Cove, squeezing through the
fence rails after the manner of his underfoot world, proceeding thence
to the house, where he made himself very merry and very welcome?

[Illustration: Old Quimbey and his grandson 151]

And when Tim mounted his horse and rode up the mountain with the
youngster on the pommel of the saddle, lest Evelina should be out of
her mind with fright because of his absence, how should he and old Mrs.
Kittredge differ in their respective opinions of his vigorous growth,
and grace of countenance, and peartness of manner? On the strength of
this concurrence Tim was induced to "'light an' hitch," and he even sat
on the cabin porch and talked over the crops with Absalom, who, the next
time he went to town, stopped at the cabin in the Cove to bring word how
El-nathan Daniel was "thrivin'." The path that Evelina had worn to
the crag in those first homesick days on the mountain rapidly extended
itself into the Cove, and widened and grew smooth, as the grandfather
went up and the grandson came down.

End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of His "Day In Court", by
Charles Egbert Craddock (AKA Mary Noailles Murfree)

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