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His eyes, sweeping the mountain from the notch to the granite ramp of the northern buttress, fell on the weather-beaten little farmhouse in which he had lived for many years, and rested lovingly on the orchard, where the golden early apples shone among the leaves. But Jethro was not looking at the apples. "Cynthy," he called out abruptly, "h-how'd you like to go to Washington?"
"H-how'd you know it how'd you know it, Cynthy?" How did she know it, indeed? "I guessed it," said Cynthia, desperately, "knowing you, I guessed it." "A-always thought you was smart, Cynthy." "Tell me, did you do this thing?" "Th-thought you knowed it th-thought you knowed." "I believe that these men are doing your bidding." "Hain't you guessin' a little mite too much; Cynthy?"
"H-how'd you like it?" said Jethro again. "Well," said Ephraim, "I hain't got any objections." Jethro started out of the shop, but paused again at the door. "W-won't say nothin' about it, will you, Eph?" he inquired. "Not till I git it," answered Ephraim.
The inspiration, by the way, had come from Cynthia. "Er Ephraim, how'd you like to, be postmaster? H-haven't any objections to that kind of a job, hev you?" "Why no," said Ephraim. "We hain't agoin' to hev a post-office at Coniston air we?" "H-how'd you like to be postmaster at Brampton?" demanded Jethro, abruptly. Ephraim dropped the trace he was shaving. "Postmaster at Brampton!" he exclaimed.
"H-how'd you like it?" said Jethro again. "Well," said Ephraim, "I hain't got any objections." Jethro started out of the shop, but paused again at the door. "W-won't say nothin' about it, will you, Eph?" he inquired. "Not till I git it," answered Ephraim.
"H-how'd you know it how'd you know it, Cynthy?" How did she know it, indeed? "I guessed it," said Cynthia, desperately, "knowing you, I guessed it." "A-always thought you was smart, Cynthy." "Tell me, did you do this thing?" "Th-thought you knowed it th-thought you knowed." "I believe that these men are doing your bidding." "Hain't you guessin' a little mite too much; Cynthy?"
His eyes, sweeping the mountain from the notch to the granite ramp of the northern buttress, fell on the weather-beaten little farmhouse in which he had lived for many years, and rested lovingly on the orchard, where the golden early apples shone among the leaves. But Jethro was not looking at the apples. "Cynthy," he called out abruptly, "h-how'd you like to go to Washington?"
The inspiration, by the way, had come from Cynthia. "Er Ephraim, how'd you like to, be postmaster? H-haven't any objections to that kind of a job, hev you?" "Why no," said Ephraim. "We hain't agoin' to hev a post-office at Coniston air we?" "H-how'd you like to be postmaster at Brampton?" demanded Jethro, abruptly. Ephraim dropped the trace he was shaving. "Postmaster at Brampton!" he exclaimed.
The inspiration, by the way, had come from Cynthia. "Er Ephraim, how'd you like to, be postmaster? H-haven't any objections to that kind of a job, hev you?" "Why no," said Ephraim. "We hain't agoin' to hev a post-office at Coniston air we?" "H-how'd you like to be postmaster at Brampton?" demanded Jethro, abruptly. Ephraim dropped the trace he was shaving. "Postmaster at Brampton!" he exclaimed.
"H-how'd you know it how'd you know it, Cynthy?" How did she know it, indeed? "I guessed it," said Cynthia, desperately, "knowing you, I guessed it." "A-always thought you was smart, Cynthy." "Tell me, did you do this thing?" "Th-thought you knowed it th-thought you knowed." "I believe that these men are doing your bidding." "Hain't you guessin' a little mite too much; Cynthy?"
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