Usage examples of "lymon".
See them working on her properties -- with Cousin Lymon standing by and doing absolutely nothing, but quick to point out any laziness among the hands.
When the path leads through a bog or a stretch of blackened water see Miss Amelia bend down to let Cousin Lymon scramble on her back -- and see her wading forward with the hunchback settled on her shoulders, clinging to her ears or to her broad forehead.
Now, of course, Miss Amelia was a powerful blunderbuss of a person, more than six feet tall -- and Cousin Lymon a weakly little hunchback reaching only to her waist.
The bed was so high that beneath it were two wooden steps -- no occupant had ever used these steps before, but Cousin Lymon drew them out each night and walked up in state.
The talks of Miss Amelia and Cousin Lymon in the rooms upstairs, usually in the first few hours of the morning when the hunchback could not sleep, were many.
Cousin Lymon, on the other hand, enjoyed talking on any subject whatsoever, as he was a great chatterer.
Miss Amelia always kept to the broad, rambling generalities of the matter, going on endlessly in a low, thoughtful voice and getting nowhere -- while Cousin Lymon would interrupt her suddenly to pick up, magpie fashion, some detail which, even if unimportant, was at least concrete and bearing on some practical facet close at hand.
The only part of her life that she did not want Cousin Lymon to share with her was the memory of her ten-day marriage.
So let the slow years pass and come to a Saturday evening six years after the time when Cousin Lymon came first to the town.
The back porch was cool with latticed shadows and there cousin Lymon sat turning the ice-cream freezer -- often he unpacked the salt and ice and removed the dasher to lick a bit and see how the work was coming on.
He ate carefully, making no noise when he swallowed, and was not a third as greedy as Cousin Lymon who had claimed to have no appetite and was now putting down helping after helping of the dinner.
Miss Amelia yawned sleepily, but Lymon was restless and she did not suggest that they close up for the night.
Cousin Lymon was with her always, traipsing along behind her coat-tails, and when she watched him her face had a bright, soft look, and when she spoke his name there lingered in her voice the undertone of love.
She asked Cousin Lymon to come with her, in fact, she asked him seven times, but he was loath to leave the commotion and wanted to remain.
The first person in the town to see this newcomer was Cousin Lymon, who had heard the shifting gears and come around to investigate.