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The fact of the fisherman's transient appearance on the Bay was not again alluded to, nor do I think the mind of any one present reverted to it, when Grandpa Keeler, looking up with that utterly dazed and bewildered air which betokened a decisive awakening on his part, cast his eye along the horizon, and observed gravely, "Storm a brewin', ma."
And Grandpa must board over that hole if you are going to play in the haymow. Another time you might hurt yourself, falling like that." "Where's Mother?" asked Sunny Boy, eager to tell her about the morning's fun. "I believe she is up in the attic," returned Grandma. "She's been up there for an hour or so. I wish, lambie, you'd run and find her and say dinner will be on the table in half an hour."
"Maybe you'd better call Grandpa and Daddy, and let them look," said Vi. Just then Mother Bunker and Grandma Ford, followed by the two smallest children, came into the kitchen. "Oh, we've found the ghost!" cried Rose to her mother. "It's in the storeroom! Listen!" The two women listened. The groan sounded very plainly, and did seem to come from the room off the kitchen. Grandma Ford walked in.
No, they argue he's good enough in his way, but 'Think o' the fella with the drum! Or even, it might be, who knows? the grand one with his mother's big black muff on his head, doin' stunts with his grandfather's gold-topped club, his grandpa havin' been a p'liceman with a pull in the ward.
Meanwhile Jase Vaughn sat on his mule looking quietly on, as if he were entirely unconcerned in the result of the struggle between Ralph and his grandfather. Old Granger, finding himself baffled, flung down the rifle upon the ground and strode off up the road, muttering wildly to himself like one demented. "Hold on, grandpa!" shouted Ralph, picking up the gun. "I'll be with you in a minute."
He trotted through the wide hall, into the sitting-room. There sat Grandpa figuring at his desk and close beside him was Mother with her knitting. There were bright drops on the dark blue wool. She had been crying, though she smiled at Sunny as he stood in the doorway. "Grandpa, listen!" Sunny Boy cried. "You can have all the money in my bank at home. I've been saving it for, oh, ever so long.
Oh, Ned, how long will it be before I see her again?" She wept as she spoke, and Edward felt for the moment strongly inclined to join her. But instead he tried to cheer her. "We will hope Cousin Arthur may prescribe a sea voyage for grandpa and the children before long, and then we shall have the whole family joining us in Italy."
"Where'll you do 'em?" "In grandpa's room if you'll just clean off the top of the stove for me now do, Cynthy! I'll do 'em beautifully and you won't have a bit of trouble. Come!" "It'll make an awful smoke, Flidda; you'll fill your grandpa's room with the smoke, and he won't like that, I guess." "O he won't mind it," said Fleda. "Will you, grandpa?" "What, dear?" said Mr.
At this, the little vertical shadows on Ramsey's forehead became more pronounced, for he had succeeded in thinking. "Well, they didn't know they couldn't, did they?" he argued. "They thought they were goin' to win, didn't they?" "Yes, I guess they did. Up till toward the last, I suppose they probably did. But you see they were wrong." "Well, but " Ramsey struggled. "Listen! Listen here, Grandpa!
The two grandfathers talked about the country and about farms Judge Layton had been brought up on a farm and had never lost his interest in farming and Sunny Boy, waiting politely and patiently, was not exactly listening. He was playing with a piece of snow and ice and wishing that Grandpa Horton would hurry so that he could, take the skates to Bob Parkney.
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