United States or Cabo Verde ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
W-wouldn't touch 'em. H-had over a hundred bushels on hand n-new variety. W-what's that feller's name down to Ayer, Massachusetts, deals in all kinds of seeds? Ellett that's it. Wrote to Ellet, said I had a hundred bushels of Red Brooks to sell, as fine a lookin' potato as I had in my cellar. Made up my mind to take what he offered, if it was only five cents. He wrote back a dollar a bushel.
The pain in Kate's eyes hurt him when he returned to his seat and she asked. "They wouldn't come?" He hesitated, then answered bluntly: "No." "H-had we better stay?" "Yes," he replied, doggedly, "we'll stay." Their efforts at conversation were not a success, and it was a relief to them both when Hiram Butefish, as Floor Manager, commanded everybody to take partners for a waltz.
"H-had to go to Boston so I got it there." He was, indeed, grievously disappointed at this reception of his gift, and he stood eying the cardinal cloth very mournfully as it lay on the paper. Cynthia, remorseful, reached up and seized his hand. "Sit down here, Uncle Jethro." He sat down on the mound beside her, very much perplexed. She still held his hand in hers.
"H-had to go to Boston so I got it there." He was, indeed, grievously disappointed at this reception of his gift, and he stood eying the cardinal cloth very mournfully as it lay on the paper. Cynthia, remorseful, reached up and seized his hand. "Sit down here, Uncle Jethro." He sat down on the mound beside her, very much perplexed. She still held his hand in hers.
Presently she steadied herself and began explaining in feeble little phrases, sandwiched between sobs and gasps: "She tuk a brooch Kep' kep' layin' it roun' in h-her way, th-that young Sam Arkwright did, a-an' finally she she tuk hit. N-nen, when he seen he h-had her, he said sh-sh-she 'd haf to d-do wh-whut he said, or he'd sen' her to-to ja-a-il!"
W-wouldn't touch 'em. H-had over a hundred bushels on hand n-new variety. W-what's that feller's name down to Ayer, Massachusetts, deals in all kinds of seeds? Ellett that's it. Wrote to Ellet, said I had a hundred bushels of Red Brooks to sell, as fine a lookin' potato as I had in my cellar. Made up my mind to take what he offered, if it was only five cents. He wrote back a dollar a bushel.
W-wouldn't touch 'em. H-had over a hundred bushels on hand n-new variety. W-what's that feller's name down to Ayer, Massachusetts, deals in all kinds of seeds? Ellett that's it. Wrote to Ellet, said I had a hundred bushels of Red Brooks to sell, as fine a lookin' potato as I had in my cellar. Made up my mind to take what he offered, if it was only five cents. He wrote back a dollar a bushel.
Seems sometimes if I couldn't have little Patience again I'd die! That's the way she looked in her coffin, you remember? 'F-fresh from the hand of God not one who h-had lived and s-suffered death. O my little, little sister!" John took "The Old Curiosity Shop" from the trembling fingers and flung it upon the couch. Then he gathered Lydia in his arms and hushed her against his heart. "Sweetheart!
"I can't see what Miss Wetherell has to do with the present occasion," he replied. "H-had her dismissed by the prudential committee had her dismissed didn't you?" "They chose to act as they saw fit." "T-told Levi Dodd to dismiss her didn't you?" That was a matter of common knowledge in Brampton, having leaked out through Jonathan Hill. "I must decline to discuss this," said Mr. Worthington.
"Don't you see that's enough to start me drinking?" he burst out passionately. "Whenever I get hipped about anything I t-told you I know myself very well. I'd only h-had one drink when you came along. Did you notice me?" "Notice you! Oh no!" she cried scornfully. "Y-you know w-what a nervous f-fool I am; how I'm afraid of my own shadow. But when I've had only one whisky I'd tackle Satan himself!
Word Of The Day