"They's no use to waste words," she said. "Katie, you're the only
one in the family that has any sense, and sometimes you ain't got
enough so's you could notice it without a magnifyin' glass; but
even so, you're ahead of the rest of them. Katie, I'm sick an'
tired of the Neppleses and the Whistlers and being bossed by the
whole endurin' Bates tribe; sick and tired of it, so I just came
after you."
"Came after me?" repeated Kate stupidly.
"Yes, parrot, 'came after you,'" said Mrs. Bates. "I told you,
you'd no great amount of sense. I'm speakin' plain, ain't I? I
don't see much here to hold you. I want you should throw a few
traps, whatever you are beholden to, in the wagon - that's why I
brought it - and come on home and take care of me the rest of my
time. It won't be so long; I won't interfere much, nor be much
bother. I've kep' the place in order, but I'm about fashed. I
won't admit it to the rest of them; but I don't seem to mind
telling you, Katie, that I am almost winded. Will you come?"
"Of course I will," said Kate, a tide of effulgent joy surging up
in her heart until it almost choked her.
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