"That's a damn plain insinuation that I'm to get into ye," he said
to the bed, "and go on living here. I dinna know as that child's
jabber counts. For all I know, Mary may already have picked out
some town dude to bring here and farm out on me, and they'll live
with the bird cage. and I can go on climbin' into ye alone."
Here was a new thought. Mary might mean only kindness to him again,
as she had sent word by Jimmy she meant years ago. He might lose
her for the second time. And again a wave of desire struck Dannie,
and left him staggering.
"Ain't you comin', Uncle Dannie?" called the child's voice at
the back door.
"What's your name, little lass?" inquired Dannie.
"Tilly," answered the little girl promptly.
Well, Tilly, ye go tell your Aunt Mary I have been in an eelevator
handlin' grain, and I'm covered wi' fine dust and chaff that sticks
me. I canna come until I've had a bath, and put on clean clothing.
Tell her to go ahead."
The child vanished. In a second she was back. "She said she won't
do it, and take all the time you want. But I wish you'd hurry, for
she won't let me either."
Dannie hurried. But the hasty bath and the fresh clothing felt so
good he was in a softened mood when he approached Mary's door
again. Tilly was waiting on the step, and ran to meet him. Tilly
was a dream. Almost, Dannie understood why Mary had brought her.
Tilly led him to the table, and pulled back a chair for him, and he
lifted her into hers, and as Mary set dish after dish of food on
the table, Tilly filled in every pause that threatened to grow
awkward with her chatter.
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