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A Village Lear
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"A Village Lear
Mary E. Wilkins
From A New England Nun and Other Stories (Harper & Brothers Publishers; New York: 1891)
“Jest wait a minute, Sary.” The old man made a sly backward motion of his hand; his voice was a cautious whisper.
Sarah Arnold stood back and waited. She was a large, fair young woman in a brown calico dress. She held a plate of tapioca pudding that she had brought for the old man's dinner, and she was impatient to give it to him and be off; but she said nothing. The old man stood in the shop door; he had in one hand a stick of red-and-white peppermint candy, and he held it out enticingly towards a little boy in a white frock. The little boy had a sweet, rosy face, and his glossy, fair hair was carefully curled. He stood out in the green yard, and there were dandelions blooming around his feet. It was May, and the air was sweet and warm; over on one side of the yard there was some linen laid out to bleach in the sun.
The little boy looked at the old man and frowned, yet he seemed fascinated.
The old man held out the stick of candy, and coaxed, in his soft, cracked voice. “Jest look a-here, Willy!” said he; “jest look a-here! See what gran'pa's got: a whole stick of candy! He bought it down to the store on purpose for Willy, an' he can have it if he'll jest come here an' give gran'pa a kiss. Does Willy want it, hey? — Willy want it?” The old man took a step forward.
But the child drew back, and shook his head violently, while the frown deepened. “No, no,” said he, with baby vehemence.
The old man stepped back and began again. It was as if he were enticing a bird. “Now, Willy,” said he, “jest look a-here! Don't Willy like candy?”
The child did not nod, but his blue, solemn eyes were riveted on the candy.
“Well,” the grandfather went on, “here's a whole stick of candy come from the store, real nice pep'mint"
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