As the boy trickled his way down the hillside, picking his way among the rocks, he saw a woman hanging laundry on a line. “Blessed be!” she wailed when she saw him. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick! I thought you’d fallen somewhere or got ate up by a wild dog.”
“I was just nappin. I fell asleep waiting for the train to come in and I missed it,” said the boy. He was wiping his eyes; he had obviously been crying. “Pah’s not gonna be riled at me, is he?”
“No, I spose not. I’ll talk to him,” she said, flicking a towel at him. “Get on in the house and get ready for dinner.”
“Yes’m.”
“Save my heart, I swear, I thought for sure you were dead, son. Don’t scare me like that again!”
—The Fiddle and the Fire, vol 1 “The Brine and the Bygone”
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