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The farm's orchard, its stone walls, the rocks, and all points of cover swarm with Boer sharpshooters, and whenever our men show themselves upon the ridge the bullets fly. An immense quantity of them are lost. In all the morning's firing only one Lancer had been wounded.
He and Maya started for the ramp, unaware that the building which was their goal housed the farm's control room, and the watching Vidonati. Above, a few moments later, Vidonati called Placer on the intercom. "Placer, they've come back to the groundcars and turned them in this direction," said Vidonati.
He knew well enough what Henrietta meant. The Rooster would rather fight him than not. And though Mr. Crow loved a quarrel, he never cared to indulge in anything more dangerous than harsh words. "I don't know what the farm's coming to," he croaked. "Here's Farmer Green wasting corn on such as her and cracking it for her, too!"
Farm's up for sale. Th' old farmer thinks it's unbrotherly of me not to go and buy, and I can't make him see I don't understand land: it's about like changeing sovereigns for lumps o' clay, in my notions; and that ain't my taste. Long and the short is people down there at Wrexby and all round say you ain't married.
The farm's suffering so as never was for want o' stock; and we've sold all the wheat, and we're behind with our rent, not but what we'd like to do what's right, and I'd sit up and work half the night, if it 'ud be any good; but there's them poor children, four of 'em such little uns " "Don't cry so, aunt; don't fret," whispered Maggie, who had kept hold of Mrs. Moss's hand. "Did Mr.
"I didn't know you grudged me the little I eat," said Nora bitterly. "I wonder if I should begrudge it to you, if I were in your place." "Look here, it's no good talking. I'm not going to turn her out. As long as she wants a home, the farm's open to her. And she's welcome to everything I've got." "Then you choose her?" demanded Gertie. "Choose her? I don't know what you're talking about!"
Saturday's dinner dispelled all fears of starvation from Brook Farm's meager fare, the table being abundantly supplied with boiled beef, vegetables, Graham bread and good, sweet butter like home, and, best of all, baked Indian pudding, a real luxury. Mr. Hosmer did not appear, being confined to his room in the cottage. Learning that Dr.
Farm's up for sale. Th' old farmer thinks it's unbrotherly of me not to go and buy, and I can't make him see I don't understand land: it's about like changeing sovereigns for lumps o' clay, in my notions; and that ain't my taste. Long and the short is people down there at Wrexby and all round say you ain't married.
"The cows isn't new, nor yet the dairymaid," said Peter. "Well, whichever it is," said the grocer, "the credit of the farm's coming back. Orchards Farm always had a name for its dairy in the old days. I remember my father talking of it when I was a boy."
He ain't got a answer for 'em; it's cruel to hear, and crueller to think: he's got no answer, poor old farmer! and he's obliged to go inter exile. Farm's up for sale." Anthony thumped with his foot conclusively. "Say I'm not married!" said Dahlia, and a bad colour flushed her countenance. "They say I'm not married. I am I am. It's false.
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