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NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY 681 FIFTH AVENUE
COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
The woman stood in the doorway of the ramshackle, tumble-down shanty. Her hands were cupped at her mouth. The wind blew loose, whitish blond wisps of hair around her face and slashed the faded blue dress into the uncorseted bulk of her body.
Her call echoed through the still evening.
Her eyes staring straight before her down the slope in front of the house caught sight of something blue and antiquatedly military standing waist deep and rigid in the corn field.
"That ole scarecrow," she muttered to herself, "that there old scarecrow with that there ole uniform onto him, too!"
The sun was going slowly just beyond the farthest hill. The unreal light of the skies' reflected colors held over the yellow, waving tips of the corn field.
"Benny--," she called again. "Oh--Benny!"
And then she saw him coming toward her trudging up the hill.
She waited until he stood in front of her.
"Supper, Ben," she said. "Was you down in the south meadow where you couldn't hear me call?"
He was young and slight. He had thick hair and a thin face. His features were small. There was nothing unusual about them. His eyes were deep-set and long, with the lids that were heavily fringed.
He stood there straight and still. His eyelids were lowered.
"Why ain't you come along then? What ails you, Benny, letting me shout and shout that way?"
He hesitated a second before answering her.
"And what was you doing down there to the bottom of the hill? What was you doing down there, Benny?"
"'Tain't no such a pretty sunset, Benny."
"Well." He spoke quickly. "What d'you want to put it there for? What d'you want to do that for in the first place?"
"There was birds, Benny. You know there was birds."
"That ain't what I mean. What for d'you put on that there uniform?"
"I ain't had nothing else. There warn't nothing but your grand-dad's ole uniform. It's fair in rags, Benny. It's all I had to put on to it."
"Naw, Benny, naw! 'Tain't nothing but an ole uniform with a stick into it. Just to frighten off them birds. 'Tain't nothing else. Honest, 'tain't, Benny."