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"'T ain't as if I was doing anything wicked," said Nance, this time counsel for the defense. "Course not," agreed Mrs. Snawdor. "How much they goin' to pay you?" The incredible sum was mentioned, and Mrs. Snawdor's imagination took instant flight. "You'll be gittin' a autymobile at that rate. Say, if I send Lobelia round to Cemetery Street and git yer last week's pay, can I have it?"
"Kinda looks to me, by cripes, as if we'd come to the end uh the trail," he observed in his usual full-lunged bellow, as though he had all his life been accustomed to pitching his voice above some unending clamor. "Yuh got any idee of how an autyMObile clumb that there rim-rock?"
It was only that she was wantin' ter take him again, she said, so's ter show ye he really was a lovely child's presence. And now she can't drat that autymobile! I begs yer pardon, sir. Good-by!" And Nancy fled precipitately.
"'Why don't ye git a lawyer that ain't got no autymobile? says somebody to Burns. "'They've all got 'em, says Burns. 'I'll give ye a dollar fer every lawyer in Mount Clinton ye can name who ain't got one of the blame things! "'How about Sam Koons? says somebody. "'Got one just the other day, says Burns. 'It's made up to Bucyrus. It's called the Speeding Queen.
"'N' another thing, I'd plan t' have some hosses stached out in one uh them canons, 'n' I'd mebby use a autymobile t' git to 'em, 'n' send the car back t' town I could trust the feller that drove it outa my sight. 'N', Luck, if you'll take my advice, you'll hit out t'wards the Jemes country. I know every foot uh the way, 'n' we kin make it in a coupla days by pushin' the hosses.
But if you do be goin' by in yer autymobile, wave yer hand, just. It'd please us all. You know the house, down on the Scudder Road." "Yes, I know, Susan. I often pass there, and I'll wave my hand at you every time." Patty went back to her own room, and continued her preparations for her visit to Mona.
The street swarmed with children returning from school, and they gathered about the automobile climbing on to the running board on either side and peering through the windows. "It's the Lynch girl," someone cried and another answered jeeringly. "Aw, git off! Wot she doin' in this swell autymobile?"
I ain't put no corks in the holes in the bottom of this autymobile." He chuckled at his own joke. The holes were only too apparent to the fair occupants of the hay wagon. "Oh, it's all right, Sam," called back Tavia, "the only thin member of the party, who might by any chance fall through a hole, is dying from bumps, and we have a good hold on her.
"Some fellers in an autymobile a couple o' weeks ago, or so." "Some men in an automobile!" cried Sam, with sudden interest. "Who were they?" "I dunno. They left the autymobile in the barn one night an' come fer it the next day. They give me a dollar." "How many men?" "Two I think there was, although one on 'em kept putty well out o' sight, as if he didn't want to be seen."
A hurt look crept into Mr. Quilty's eyes of faded blue. "I regret that I have no messages for ye, sor," said he. "The comp'ny's land agent, Mr. Sleeman, will take ye wherever ye want to go in his autymobile. Ye will see his sign as ye go uptown. But, speakin' as man to man, Mr. Farwell, and havin' the interests of thim that pays me to heart, I w'u'd venture on a little advice."
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