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Says he, "You can't fiddle without a organ or somethin' to keep time. That warn't no fiddlin' on the boat." So John went out and that left us with Aunt Caroline, and she just cleaned up the dishes awful nice and orderly, but never said nothin' not a word. John was gone at least half an hour.

The others were gone long ago, and I now have flowers to offer brunettes only." "Well forever more! And you don't call that fiddlin' business for a big, healthy, young man?" The Harvester's gay laugh was infectious. "I do not," he said.

"Saturday was our busy day at the store; but after work, I used to go to the drag downs. Some people say 'hoe down' or 'dig down', I guess 'cause they'd dig right into it, and give it all they got. I was a great hand at fiddlin'. Got one in there now that is 107-year old, but I haven't played for years. Since I broke my shoulder bone, I can't handle the bow.

He said the quarest thing to me the other day when he was here fiddlin' over the makin' of this fireplace.

'You look good enough in anything that's respectable, I said. 'Kind o' wanted to look a leetle extry good, as ye might say, said Uncle Eb, groping in his big carpet-bag. 'Hope, she's terrible proud, an' if they should hev a leetle fiddlin' an' dancin' some night we'd want t' be as stylish as any on em. B'lieve I'll go'n git me a spang, bran' new suit, anyway, 'fore we go up t' Fuller's.

And w'en she ain' fussin' an' fiddlin', she jus' moons around, waitin' fo' him to come ridin' up in that red car like a devil on greased light'in'. An' I say right heah, Miss Claudia ain' gwine like it." "Why ain' she?" "Miss Claudia know black f'um w'ite. An' dat man done got a black heart " "Whut yon know 'bout hit, Mandy?" "Lissen. You wait. He'll suck a o'ange an' th'ow it away.

"Why, you beat Paul Beck." "Is he the one you expected to have?" "Yes. Paul's got a big name for fiddlin'." "I am glad you like my playing," said Philip, who was naturally pleased to find that he was likely to give satisfaction in his new business. "The boys will be pleased, I can tell you." "I will do all I can to give them satisfaction," said Philip modestly.

Preachin' Bill "'lowed there was a heap o' difference between a playin' a violin an' jest fiddlin'. You wouldn't know some fellers was a makin' music, if you didn't see 'em a pattin' their foot; but hit ain't that a way with Jim Lane. He sure do make music, real music." As no one ever questioned Bill's judgment, it is safe to conclude that Mr.

So the summer passed, and the autumn, with its longer hunting expeditions into the depth of the wilderness; and by the time winter came around again, Fiddlin' Jack was well settled at Moody's as a regular Adirondack guide of the old-fashioned type, but with a difference. He improved in his English.

Janice was tempted to tell the venomous old woman that she thought Hopewell's only encumbrance was his mother-in-law. "And him fiddlin' and drinkin' and otherwise wastin' his substance," croaked Mrs. Scattergood. At this Janice did utter an objection: "Now, that is not so, Mrs. Scattergood. You know very well that that story about Hopewell being a drinking man is not true." "My! is that so?