Quinn was in good humor she was like a great light
moving here and there, dispensing warmth also. She was a monstrous woman;
but like many large people, she got about easily and swiftly. Her capable
hands were forever fluttering in the flour-barrel or over the dough-board,
and her ruddy cheeks and honest gray eyes spoke of health and good nature.
She adored Angela; and she really liked "Red" tremendously, and hoped in
the end he would win the difficult and fickle girl. But, like Angela, she
had moment when she could have shaken him. For "Red" didn't fight hard
enough for what he wanted. He was naive to the point of stupidity at times;
and women like aggressive men--even men who are capable of flogging them
into submission, deny it as they will. "Red" was gentle and mild, though
thoroughly manly. Both Angela and Mrs. Quinn would have liked to see him
live up to his fiery hair.
He beamed now at the genial cook's greeting, and took out his harmonica,
running over the full scale as a suitable answer.
"Here, sit ye down, 'Red,'" Mrs. Quinn ordered. "But first see that yer
feet is wiped off. I don't want to see no dirt along me clean floor."
She was busy with a place for him near the window, happy, as most women
are, to serve a handsome young chap, and secretly wishing in her heart that
she had him for a son.
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