"
"Now see what you've done with your argyin', Tip Pulsifer," cried the
old woman, running to me. "Poor thing--ain't the Miracle workin'?"
"I guess it is, but that's an awful bad spot--that's right, Widow,
powwow it."
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For ten long days more Mrs. Tip Pulsifer chopped her own wood, Cevery
went undandled, and Earl and Pearl and Alice Eliza carried the water
that half mile from the spring. For nine long days more John
Shadrack's widow entertained the two strangers who had sought a refuge
in Happy Valley, and found it. Rare pleasure did John Shadrack's widow
have from our visit. There seemed no way she could repay us. It did
her old heart good to have someone to whom she could recount the
manifold virtues of her John--and a wonderful man John was, I judge.
Had I not come, she might have lost the Heaven-given gift of powwowing,
for there is no sickness in Happy Valley--the people die without it.
It was a pleasure to have Mark settin' around the kitchen; it was
elevatin' to hear Tip tell of his home and his wife and children; and
as for cooking, it was no pleasure to cook for just one.
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