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He wrote on a slip of paper, and gave it to Uncle Faid, who went to the other end with a disbelieving shake of the head. And when the receiver wrote it out, and Uncle Faid compared it, the astonishment was indescribable. "There's some jugglery about it," he still insisted. "Stands to reason a bit of wire can't really know what you say."
Faid did a fair thing when he went away, and I can't do less than a fair thing now. If he'd died, his share in the house would have been offered to me first. I dare say we could put on an addition and live together without quarrellin', but the boys want to go to New York, and they couldn't all stay here and make a living.
"I 's pitty tired," Bug said as the two reached the stone. "Will we tum to the bunny's house pitty soon?" "We'll rest here a while and maybe the bunny will come out to meet us," Dr. Fenneben said, and they sat down on the broad stone. "It was somewhere here the bunny runned." Little Bug studied the roadside with a quaint puzzled face. "Is you 'faid of snakes?" "Not very much."
The Dean's eyes were on the graceful flight of pigeons circling about the trees beyond the bend. "Vic isn't 'faid. He killed bid one, two, five, free wattle, wattle snakes " Bug caught his breath suddenly "He told me not to tell that. I fordot. I don't 'member. He didn't do it he didn't killed no snakes fornever." Dr. Fenneben gave little heed to this prattle.
How words could travel through a bit of wire puzzled most people. Uncle Faid went with them one afternoon. "No use to tell me," he declared. "The fellow at one end knows just what the fellow at the other end is going to say. Now if they sent it in a box, or a letter, it would look reasonable." "I'll send you a message," said Ben; "you go down at the end, and see if this doesn't come to you."
And the village was quite primitive in those days. The steamboat-landing was the great focus of interest. It was all rock and hills and a few factories were plodding along. The farm was two good miles away. The young people thought it a most auspicious turn in affairs that Uncle Faid was coming back. His real name was Frederic.
There was a little girl next door who had a big doll and a cradle and a set of dishes, and we had tea together. I'd like to have some dishes. Do you think Uncle Faid is coming back?" she asked suddenly. "I believe he is, this time. And if we get very homesick we shall have to come back and live with him." "I shouldn't be homesick with you and mother and the boys, and Steve and Joe.
And fa, the faid vmqle Johnne was crewallie murdreit and flaine be the faid Robert. It will be seen that Robert Weir evolved a murder technique which, as Pitcairn points out, was to be adopted over two centuries later in Edinburgh at the Westport by Messrs Burke and Hare.
Uncle Faid had really sold his farm, stock, and crops, and was to give possession in September. Then they would visit their two sons and some of Aunt Betsey's people in Michigan, and get on about Christmas. "It's a shame to have to give up the house," declared Cousin Odell. "Can't you keep it, 'Milyer?" "A bargain's a bargain.
Since David had his grandfather's farm, this had been divided between the two remaining sons, but Frederic had been seized with the Western fever and gone out to what was called the new countries. His sons had married and settled in different places, one daughter had married and come East to live, and Uncle Faid was homesick for the land of his youth. Mrs.
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