You believe in signs?"
"I don't know as I do, much. Mother likes to see the new moon over
her right shoulder, pretty well," said Lemuel.
"Well, I declare," said Statira, "that's just the way with _my_
aunt. Now you're up here," she said, springing suddenly to her feet,
"I want you should see what a nice view we got from our window."
Lemuel had it on his tongue to say that he hoped it was not going to
be his last chance; he believed he would have said it if 'Manda
Grier had been there; but now he only joined Statira at the window,
and looked out. They had to stoop over, and get pretty close
together, to see the things she wished to show him, and she kept
shrugging her sack on, and once she touched him with her shoulder.
He said yes to everything she asked him about the view, but he saw
very little of it. He saw that her hair had a shade of gold in its
brown, and that it curled in tight little rings where it was cut on
her neck, and that her skin was very white under it. When she
touched him, that time, it made him feel very strange; and when she
glanced at him out of her blue eyes, he did not know what he was
doing. He did not laugh as he did when 'Manda Grier was there.
Statira said, "Oh, excuse me!" when she touched him, and he
answered, "Perfectly excusable," but he said hardly anything else.
He liked to hear her talk, and he watched the play of her lips as
she spoke.
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