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She lifted up a layer of linen, all scented with lavender, and showed him a flat, round, brown-paper parcel. "It's not a very rich cake," she said, "but there are plenty of currants and peel in, and I'm sure it's wholesome." Even Maria became very much interested in Master Dexter's boots and shoes, and the parting from the doctor's house for the second time promised to be very hard.
And with the determination of making his visitor a kind of captive to his bow and spear, or, in plainer English, a slave to his caprices, he went to one of the beds where some sticks had lately been put to some young plants, and selecting one that was new, thin, and straight, he went back on tiptoe, watched his opportunity, and then brought the stick down sharply across Dexter's back.
It was a well-known fact in Coleby that the Dimsteds always knew where fish was to be found, and the baskets they made took the place of meat that other fathers and sons of families would have earned. Rod, line, and hooks are prime necessaries for fishing; but a fish rarely bites at a bare hook, so one of Dexter's first proceedings was to obtain some bait.
Into this they tumbled, stowing their dress-suit cases in the rear, and then, with a crack of the whip, they were off over Swift River, and through Dexter's Corners, on their way to Valley Brook farm. "And how are the folks, Jack?" asked Sam as they drove along, the sleighbells jingling merrily in the frosty air. "Fine, Master Sam, fine," was the hired man's answer. "And how have you been?" "Me?
As the boys were in their knockaround suits they did not mind this. The widow's cottage was a tumbled down affair on a side street of Dexter's Corners. A stovepipe stuck out of a back window, and the front door lacked the lower hinge. In the front yard the weeds were several feet high. "I don't see why Aleck wants to come and see such a person as this," observed Sam.
They had been to the concert." "But they don't belong here. They live on a farm called Valley Brook, near the village of Dexter's Corners." "They were with another boy a well-dressed chap. Maybe they are paying him a visit." Arnold Baxter shook his head. "I don't like this. If they have got wind of anything..." "But how could they get wind?" persisted Buddy Girk.
With all the strength of his young and knightly soul, Ralph despised his father and Anthony Dexter knew it. "Father," whispered the boy, hoarsely, "it was never you! Tell me it isn't true! Just a word, and I'll believe you! For the sake of our manhood, Father, tell me it isn't true!" Anthony Dexter's head drooped, his eyes lowered before his son's.
"On your own showing, Hassan of Aleppo is simply waiting his opportunity to balance Dexter's account forever! I always knew Dexter was a clever man; I begin to think he's the most daring genius alive!" We mounted the steps of the Museum. In the hallway Mostyn, the curator, awaited us.
She had often watched the steam rising from the copper, and played among the clouds, and she well knew that the quickest way to dry anything that has been soaked is to give it a good wringing. She had therefore given Dexter's new suit a good wringing, and wrung out of it a vast quantity of sticky dye which stained her hands.
They asked me to lunch the last day but one of the holidays, and we got talking about the bat, because, of course, if we hadn't beaten Dexter's in the final, O'Hara would have had it himself. So I sent it over next day with a note asking O'Hara to bring it back with him here." "Oh, well, there's a chance, then, seeing he's only had it so little time, that he hasn't pawned it yet.
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