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She went to the stove and lifted a lid from the large kettle. She sniffed audibly. "Um! Ah loves cabbige soup, Miss Brewster!" "Do you, Sary so does Mr. Brewster. If you will watch the meat frying, I will blow the horn to call the men to dinner." Mrs. Brewster waited until Sary began thickening the gravy, then she took the horn and stood upon the door-step, blowing it several times.
He eyed the discontented features of his companions, and snorted violently. "Say," he cried, forcefully. "Look at that, you two bokays o' beauty." He pointed at the Meeting House. "There right there. If that darnation stack o' kindlin' was to fall that aways, why, I guess them vegetables wouldn't amount to a mush o' cabbige." Fighting Mike deliberately spat. "An' who in hell cares?" he snarled.
I was carried to Montgomry in iuns and placed in durans vial. The jail was a ornery edifiss, but the table was librally surplied with Bakin an Cabbidge. This was a good variety, for when I didn't hanker after Bakin I could help myself to the cabbige. I am not mad, but soon shall be if you don't bring me suthin to Talk!" He brung me sum noospapers, for which I thanked him kindly.
"Dito cause Hector Abbott got licked for teezing lame Jenny Munn his name just fits him. "Dito cause Mr. Strong is our preecher he's got some sense. "Dito for his wife. "Dito for Towzer. He's a good dog. "Dito for all the rest of our family. "Dito cause we have some shoes to wear this winter. "Dito cause for carrots and beets and turnips and cabbige and potatoes.
It's the same sets a boy actin' foolish when a gal's sorrel top turns his way, even when she's all legs and sass. It's the same sets folks crazy to risk their lives on hilltops that a chamois 'ud hate to inspect. Guess it's a sort o' thanks offerin' to Providence it didn't see fit setting us crawling around without feet or hands, same as slugs and things that worry folks' cabbige patches.
"Cynthy! whar is the gal?" said poor Mrs. Hollis, as she came around the house to hang out the ragged clothes on the althea-bushes and the rickety fence. "Cynthy, air ye a-goin' ter sit thar in the door all day, an' that thar pot a-bilin' all the stren'th out 'n that thar cabbige an' roas'in'-ears? Dish up dinner, child, an' don't be so slow an' slack-twisted like yer dad."
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