I 'm no turn-coat . Lige Baxter is Lige Baxter still , neither more nor less . I 've always said he 's a fine young man , and I say so still . After all , he and Sara wo n't be any poorer than Eben and I were when we started out . '' Mrs. Jonas heaved a sigh of relief . `` I 'm real glad you take that view of it , Louisa . I 'm not displeased , either , although Mrs. Harmon would take my head off if she heard me say so . I always liked Lige . But I must say I 'm amazed , too , after the way Sara used to rail at him . '' `` Well , we might have expected it , '' said Mrs. Eben sagely . `` It was always Sara 's way . When any creature got sick or unfortunate she seemed to take it right into her heart . So you may say Lige Baxter 's failure was a success after all . '' X . THE SON OF HIS MOTHER Thyra Carewe was waiting for Chester to come home . She sat by the west window of the kitchen , looking out into the gathering of the shadows with the expectant immovability that characterized her . She never twitched or fidgeted . Into whatever she did she put the whole force of her nature . If it was sitting still , she sat still . `` A stone image would be twitchedly beside Thyra , '' said Mrs. Cynthia White , her neighbor across the lane .
`` It gets on my nerves , the way she sits at that window sometimes , with no more motion XXXXX a statue and her great eyes burning down the lane .
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