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He arose at six o'clock in the morning, lighted his lamp and the little stove which heated his room, and, walking up and down, leaning over his page, the poet would vigorously begin his struggle with fancies, ideas, and words. At nine o'clock he would go out and breakfast at a neighboring creamery; after which he would go to his office.
He arose at six o'clock in the morning, lighted his lamp and the little stove which heated his room, and, walking up and down, leaning over his page, the poet would vigorously begin his struggle with fancies, ideas, and words. At nine o'clock he would go out and breakfast at a neighboring creamery; after which he would go to his office.
When the creameries were started, co-operative creameries were unsuccessful and could not compete with privately owned creameries. The farmers have now become too wise to be "easy-marks" to the fake creamery promoters or to trust their butter sales to a comparative stranger and co-operation is a success. Poultry communities cannot be made out of whole cloth by the co-operative plan.
She was tall and lank and sandy, with small blue eyes, her limbs were heavy, and she did wear her Sunday clothes badly, but she was a good, generous soul and very much in love with the creamery man. She was not very clean, but then she could not help that; the dust of the field is no respecter of sex.
And so, when the creamery burns down or the evening fast freight runs through an accommodation on the crossing, the old man puts his duty off until the last minute and then writes a few well-chosen lines merely to let us know that he is on the job and lets no news escape him.
That is, she didn't have to milk the cows, but she took charge of the milk when it came into the creamery and did to and with it all the things that women do with milk. I only knew your mother when she was seventeen. No one seemed to know where Jeanette came from. Perhaps Aunt Jed knew. I think she did, but she never told. I never asked. To me Jeanette came straight from the hand of God.
Better marry that pretty girl in the creamery. She'll worship you as a god, make you comfortable. That's all you need from the world." "Marry her yourself; she'll sew and cook for you," said Rantoul, with perfect good humor. "I'm in no danger," said Herkimer, curtly; "you are." "What!" "You'll see." "Listen, you old grumbler," said Rantoul, seriously.
"I have just been to the creamery for your morning milk, and I put the leash and collar on Médor and took him with me." "And he has attended to all his little wants?" "Don't be disturbed. He doesn't want anything." Reassured on this point, important to canine hygiene, the good dame drank her coffee, between her son and her dog, who each regarded her with an inexpressible tenderness.
And, with a grin, Hervey turned on his heel, and, passing up the steps, walked away towards the barn. Prudence waited until her brother had disappeared within the stables; then she locked up. As she turned from the door she heard her mother's voice calling. "Girl girl, where are you?" "Here I am, mother dear, at the creamery." Mrs. Malling trundled round the corner of the house.
Miss Mattie Ford, the society editor of the Ozone, was at her wittiest during the food-consumption, and a discussion of Roosevelt and the co-operative creamery engaged some of the brightest minds in Lipsittsville. Father, listening entranced, whispered to Mother, as he passed her with his tray of ice-cream, "I guess Harris don't hear any bright talk like this in Saserkopee. Look at him.
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