Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Two: Matrimonial Speculations—How Women are to be Won, and So Forth. >> Page 50

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER TWO
MATTIE FULLER, to use her own expression, was not "mealy mouthed," like her brother; she was of coarser texture. There was a something sympathetic between her mind and its moral and that of
Aunt Betsy Moore. They occupied very nearly the same place of intel-
lect and taste, and found pleasure accordingly in communion with each
other. It was an honest welcome, therefore, which Mrs. Fuller received
from the ancient maiden of fifty Betsy Moore very unlike that
which was accorded her by her more antique, but more consequential
sister, the relict of the late most excellent Squire Moses Carter, of ven-
erable memory.
"I'm so glad to see you, Mattie Fuller, I can hardly tell whether I'm
standing on my heels or my head. Why it's an age, woman, sence we
had a talk tugether. Here you, Jupe, take Mrs. Fuller's horse. And how
hev you been all this time; and how's Mike, and your husband, Sam
Fuller? As for Mike, I haven't seen him sense the night of Ben Fitch's
wedding.""What vulgar woman has Betsy got hold of now?" said Mrs. Carter
to her daughter Rose, turning up at the same time her ineffable nose.
"It's Mrs. Sam Fuller," was the answer; "sister of Mr. Baynam.""Mr. Baynam, Rose? You mean the hunter of that name.""Yes, mamma!""These vulgar people, alas! my child. Your unfortunate aunt is
incurable! How lucky for you and me that I had an education. But edu-
cation, perhaps, would have done but little had not my own tastes been