" The old woman
sniffled, and June looked around with a start.
"Pears like I'm goin' to miss ye right smart," she quavered, and
June's face coloured with a new feeling towards her step-mother.
"I'm goin' ter have a hard time doin' all the work and me so
poorly."
"Lorrety is a-comin' over to he'p ye, if ye git sick," said June,
hardening again. "Or, I'll come back myself." She got out the
dishes and set them on the table.
"You an' me don't git along very well together," she went on
placidly. "I never heerd o' no step-mother and children as did,
an' I reckon you'll be might glad to git shet o' me."
"Pears like I'm going to miss ye a right smart," repeated the old
woman weakly.
June went out to the stable with the milking pail. Her father had
spread fodder for the cow and she could hear the rasping of the
ears of corn against each other as he tumbled them into the trough
for the old sorrel. She put her head against the cow's soft flank
and under her sinewy fingers two streams of milk struck the bottom
of the tin pail with such thumping loudness that she did not hear
her father's step; but when she rose to make the beast put back
her right leg, she saw him looking at her.
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