Oh!I'm not going to stop,Mr.Pepper,she said.I was only helping Aunt Keziah a little,that's all.I must run on now.Run on--nonsense!declared Keziah decisively.You're goin'to stay right here and help us get that stovepipe down.And 'Bishy'll help,too.Won't you,'Bish?The stovepipe was attached to the air-tightin the dining room.
It--the pipe--rose perpendicularly for a few feet and then extended horizontally,over the high-boy,until it entered the wall.Kyan looked at it and then at his Sunday clothes.Why,I'd be glad to,of course,he declared with dubious enthusiasm.But I don't know's I'll have time.Perhaps I'd better come later and do it.Laviny,she--Oh,Laviny can spare you for a few minutes,I guess;'specially as she don't know you're out.Better take your coat off,hadn't you?
Grace,fetch one of those chairs for Ky--for 'Bishy to stand in.Grace obediently brought the chair.It happened to be the one with a rickety leg,but its owner was helping the reluctant Abishai remove the long-tailed blue coat which had been his wedding garment and had adorned his person on occasions of ceremony ever since.
She did not notice the chair.
It's real good of you to offer to help,she said.Grace and Ididn't hardly dast to try it alone.That pipe's been up so long that I wouldn't wonder if 'twas chock-full of soot.If you're careful,though,I don't believe you'll get any on you.Never mind the floor;I'm goin'to wash that before I leave.Reluctantly,slowly,the unwilling Mr.Pepper suffered himself to be led to the chair.He mounted it and gingerly took hold of the pipe.
Better loosen it at the stove hole first,advised Keziah.What was it you wanted to see me about,'Bish?Oh,nothin',nothin',was the hasty response.Nothin'of any account--that is to say--He turned redder than ever and wrenched at the pipe.It loosened at its lower end and the wires holding it in suspension shook.
I guess,observed the lady of the house,that you'd better move that chest of drawers out so's you can get behind it.Grace,you help me.There!that's better.Now move your chair.Kyan stepped from the chair and moved the latter to a position between the high-boy and the wall.Then he remounted and gripped the pipe in the middle of its horizontal section.
Seems to stick in the chimney there,don't it?queried Keziah.
Wiggle it back and forth;that ought to loosen it.What was it you wanted to say,'Bish?Apparently,Mr.Pepper had nothing to say.The crimson tide had reached his ears,which,always noticeable because of their size and spread,were now lit up like a schooner's sails at sunset.His hands trembled on the pipe.
Nothin',nothin',I tell you,he faltered.I--I just run in to say how d'ye do,that's all.Really,I think I'd better be going,said Grace,glancing from Kyan's embarrassed face to that of the unsuspecting Mrs.Coffin.
I'm afraid I'm in the way.
No,no!shouted the occupant of the chair.No,no,you ain't!But I'm afraid I am.And they'll be expecting me at home.Aunt Keziah,I--Don't be in such a hurry,interrupted Keziah.Does stick in the chimney,don't it?Tell you what you can do,Grace;you can go in the woodshed and fetch the hammer that's in the table drawer.Hurry up,that's a good girl.
Kyan protested that he did not need the hammer,but his protest was unheeded.With one more glance at the couple,Grace departed from the kitchen,biting her lips.She shut the door carefully behind her.Mr.Pepper labored frantically with the pipe.
No use to shake it any more till you get the hammer,advised Keziah.Might's well talk while you're waitin'.What was it you wanted to tell me?Abishai drew one hand across his forehead,leaving a decorative smooch of blacking on his perspiring countenance.He choked,swallowed,and then,with a look at the closed door,seemed to reach a desperate resolve.
Keziah,he whispered hurriedly,you've known me quite a spell,ain't you?Known you?Known you ever since you were born,pretty nigh.What of it?Yes,yes.And I've known you,you know.Fact is,we've known each other.Hear the man!Land sakes!don't everybody in Trumet know everybody else?What ARE you drivin'at?Keziah,you're a single woman.
His companion let go of the chair,which she had been holding in place,and stepped back.
I'm a single woman?she repeated sharply.What do you mean by that?Did--did anybody say I wasn't?No,no!'Course not.But you're a widow,so you BE single,you know,and--Well?Did you think I was twins?Get down off there this minute.
You've gone crazy.I thought so when I saw that beaver.Either that or you've been drinkin'.Grace!What DOES make her so long gettin'that hammer?Finding the hammer did seem to take a long time.There was no sound from the kitchen.Kyan,steadying himself with one hand on the pipe,waved the other wildly.
S-s-sh!s-sh-h!he hissed.Hush!be still!Don't get her in here.Keziah,you're single and so am I.You ain't got nobody to take care of you and I ain't,neither--that is,I don't want to be took care of--I mean,I've been took care of too much.Mrs.Coffin took another step in the direction of the kitchen.
He IS loony!she exclaimed under her breath.I--No,no!I ain't loony.I want to make a proposal to you.I want to see if you won't marry me.I'm sick of Laviny.Let's you and me settle down together.I could have some peace then.And Ithink a whole lot of you,too,he added,apparently as an afterthought.
Keziah's face was red now,and growing redder every instant.
Kyan Pepper!she cried in amazed incredulity.Kyan Pepper,do you--Hurry up!pleaded Abishai,in agitated impatience.Say yes quick.She'll be back in a minute.Say YES!Why,you--
Don't stop to argue,Keziah.I've got 'most fifteen hundred dollars in the bank.Laviny keeps the pass book in her bureau,but you could get it from her.I own my house.I'm a man of good character.You're poor,but I don't let that stand in the way.
