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"In another month, whatever, Dad'll be comin' home," said Toby one morning when they were at breakfast. "We'll go for he with the dogs and komatik. And then 'twill soon be time for the sealin' and fishin' again." "'Twill be nice to have fresh fish again," suggested Mrs. Twig. "We're not havin' any but salt fish the whole winter. I'm thinkin' 'twould be fine for you lads to catch some trout.
'Tis wonderful cold here when the wind blows down over the hills and in from the sea, with no trees to break un, and 'tis a poor place for huntin', and no wood is handy for the fire." "What'll I do when you go?" asked Charley in fresh dismay. "You'll not be stoppin' here whatever," assured Toby. "Dad'll know what to do. He'll get you out of this fix! Don't you worry now."
"Indeed, you will do no such thing. Dad'll watch the grist and I'll slash down the hay in no time. And do you know, mother," he continued in a tone of suppressed excitement, "have you heard the big news?" His mother waited. "He's coming home to-day. He's coming with the Murrays, and Alec will bring him to the raising."
"How much was that?" asked the other, contemptuously. "At the rate of seven dollars and a half a full week," answered Dick. Ferd whistled to signify his skepticism. "You're yarning, Dick. I don't believe he gave you half that. Anyhow, I'm dead sure dad'll never think of paying such big wages.
"I'd like for you to have him. He's standard bred." Judith's eyes shone like stars. "If Dad'll only let me! Do you think he will, Doug?" Douglas shrugged his shoulders. The bull was tied to the fence and Scott rode slowly away with his escort. When John returned from telephoning he gave a grudging consent to Judith's taking the bull, and the dehorning went on.
There's sure to be an end to un." "It seems like a lot to ask of you taking me into your home this way," said Charley appreciatively. "Dad'll make it up to you some day, after I get home." "Nothin' to make up, if you means pay me!" broke in Skipper Zeb, rather resenting the implication that he might expect payment.
Lydia observed for the first time that her apron was dirty. Thinking it over, she could not recall ever having seen Lizzie with a clean apron. A deep sense of shame suddenly enveloped Lydia. "Oh, I wish some one had taught me," she groaned. "I wish mother had lived. Everybody has to go and die on me! I suppose Lizzie and Dad'll be next. Adam helps to keep the house dirty.
She seemed innocent of any knowledge of the arrangement whereby Earl Reid was working for his reward. Mackenzie wondered if it could be so. "If dad'll buy me out then," she said, speculatively, doubtfully, carrying on her thought in a disjointed way. "It would be like him to turn me down, though, if I want to quit before my time's up.
No I've some loose money, I'll start in business." "Good for you. Perhaps dad'll let me go in with you. Don't imagine I don't get sick of my racketing life; and when I have a spasm of reform I nearly take seriously to drink, I'm so bored. Would you have me for partner?" "Wouldn't I? That is if you would be serious about it. I am, let me tell you. The whole family can perform suttee for all I care.
"It's Al Crandall," cried Johnny, running down to the gate. Lime followed slowly, and asked: "What's up, boys?" "All goin' down to the show; climb in!" "All right; wait till I git my coat." Lime was working one of Graham's farms on shares in the summer; in the winter he went to the pinery. "Oh, can't we go, Lime?" pleaded the boys. "If your dad'll let you; I'll pay for the tickets."
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