That Girl of Johnson's — page 147: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

136 THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. Cinthy was stolidly silent; she did not speak once at the table; she ate her meat in the awkward manner among them. Once, when Lodie paused in the door-way in pass- ing, taking his cow to better pasture, and spoke to them, her cheeks deepened in their color, but she did not raise her eyes, and ate her breakfast in silence. When the — meal was over, Dr. Dunwiddie arose, and, as was his habit, returned to the house up the road to see to his patient’s condition, and found that Johnson had slept through the night scarcely stirring, stillasa baby. Things were going well to help on his recovery; and though it would be months before he could be able to get around, yet there was every hope and every reason to expect him to recover. And as he walked again up the road between the drip- ping pine branches lining each side of the way, his thoughts were busy about the girl, and mingled with others of her, were those of her strange behavior the previous evening when told of her father’s probable recovery. ‘‘It’s a puzzle,” he said to himself, as he opened the rickety gate; “but, like all puzzles, it will doubtless be solved. These stolid people in this half dead settlement away from the outside world, are unused to excitement. Dolores,” he lingered over the name only for an instant, ‘Dolores has had plenty of it in the past few days, enough to turn any one’s head, no matter how steady they are, and the riddle will solve itself. I have no time, and must take no time to solve riddles or the odd, nervous freaks of a woman—even such a woman as you, Dolores Johnson.”