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While Casey stood there listening, the stutter slowed and stopped with one wheezy cough. That was all. "They'll have to clean up her hootin'-annies before they git outa here," Casey observed shrewdly, having intimate and sometimes unpleasant knowledge of Fords and their peculiar ailments. "And I wonder what the sufferin' Chris'mas they're doin' here, anyway.
We ain't goin' to leave nobody alone on Chris'mas day that loves us not by a jug full no, sir! I wouldn't wonder if Jesus died for dogs an' hosses as well as for men." Shep had jumped in the back of the sleigh at the first invitation and lay quietly under his blanket as we hurried along in the well-trod snow and the bells jingled.
Jim and I looked at each other. 'We promised to stay Chris'mas with mother and Aileen, says he, 'and if all the devils in hell tried to stop us, I wouldn't break my word. But we'll come to the Hollow on Boxing Day, won't we, Dick? 'All right! It's only two or three days. The day after to-morrow's Chris'mas Eve. We'll chance that, as it's gone so far. 'Take your own way, growls father.
I'd hate to be th' man that 'd be called to roll with him to his doom. He cud lick th' whole Civic Featheration." "I believe ye," said Mr. Dooley. "He's a powerful man. But I hear there is, as ye say, what th' pa-apers 'd call a movement on fut f'r to dec'rate Chris'mas threes with aldhermen, an' 'tis wan that ought to be encouraged.
"Sometimes we worked on Sat'day a'ternoon, owin' to de crops; but women all knocked off on Sat'day a'ternoon. On Sat'day night, we mos'ly had fun, playin' an drinking whiskey an' beer no time to fool 'roun' in de week time. "Some went to chu'ch an' some went fishin' on Sunday. On Chris'mas we had a time all kinds eatin' wimmen got new dresses men tobacco had stuff to las' 'til Summer.
I've tramped two thousan' miles since last Chris'mas, and I don't see why I can't tramp the last mile. Do you think my old dog wants a cab?" The dog shivered and whimpered; he seemed to want to get away from the crowd. "But then, you see, you ain't going to carry that swag through the streets, are you?" asked the cabman. "Why not? Who'll stop me! There ain't no law agin it, I b'lieve?"
"I guess all she needs is to be treated like a human bein'. Yer Aunt Deel an' I couldn't git over thinkin' o' what she done for you that night in the ol' barn. So I took some o' yer aunt's good clothes to her an' a pair o' boots an' asked her to come to Chris'mas. She lives in a little room over the blacksmith shop down to Butterfield's mill.
No, indeed, we won't be time enough afther it; for this bein' Chris'mas day, we must be home at dinner-time; you know it's not lucky to be from the family upon set days. Hang-an-ounty, come: we'll have fine sport! I have cocksticks * enough. The best part of the day 'll be gone if we wait for mass. Come, an' let us start."
"Well, when Marse Chan wuz born, dey wuz de grettes' doin's at home you ever did see. De folks all hed holiday, jes' like in de Chris'mas.
He appeared to be assisting the horse to lie down. She stumbled to the ground and demanded things. "Yer'll have to ax this here four-legged party what's doin'. I didn't stop I kep' right on goin'. He laid down on his job, that's all, marm. I'll get him up, come Chris'mas. Now then, yer ole fool!" There was no patience left in the "fare" standing there beside the plunging beast.
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