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You ha'n't never v'yaged to them parts, have ye?" "Bless you, yes, man! I was born and brought up in Hartford, just over the mountain, and I've been to Simsbury, fishing, many a time." "Good Lord!
"You wonder, I s'pose, why I haven't written you; but the fact is, I've been run just off my feet, and worked till the flesh aches so it seems as if it would drop off my bones, with this wedding of Mary Scudder's. And, after all, you'll be astonished to hear that she ha'n't married the Doctor, but that Jim Marvyn that I told you about.
"Now you know him. How do you like our new minister?" "We are all very much pleased with him." "He's very good-looking, don't you think so?" "A very pleasant face." "I ha'n't seen him much yet except in church; but those that know say he is very agreeable in the house." "Truly, I dare say," answered Fleda, for Mrs. Douglass's face looked for her testimony.
"We ha'n't given it a fair trial yet," said the young man, impartially, almost impassively. "Wouldn't you like to see it do some of your sums, Jeff ?" said the mother to the drowsy boy, blinking in a corner. "You better go to bed." The elder brother rose. "I guess I'll go, too." The father had not joined their circle in the parlor, now breaking up by common consent. Mrs.
"Well, 'twon't deu no harm, as I know," said the young man, making a virtue of necessity, for the fingers of Constance were already hovering over the dainty little leaf-strewn baskets, and her eyes complacently searching for the most promising; "I ha'n't got nothin' to deu with 'ern." "Constance!" said Mrs. Evelyn, from the piazza, "don't take that. I dare say they are for Mr. Sweet."
"No," agreed Nandy; "no, o' course not: you ha'n't got no pimples. Oh, Miss Sophia," he went on, speaking very earnest, "would you really like me better if I weren't so speckity?" "Ever so much better, Nandy. You can't think what an improvement it would be." "'Tis only skin-deep," said Nandy. "At the bottom of my heart, miss, I'd die for you. . . . But I can't stand it no longer.
If you don't watch out, that fellow 'll give you the slip yit, Christine, after all your pains." "Well, there ain't anybody to give you the slip, Mela," Christine clawed back. "No; I ha'n't ever set my traps for anybody." This was what Mela said for want of a better retort; but it was not quite true.
"I ha'n't niver seed her du that to Gladus, nor none on 'em," she would say, and would remind her mother how these less fortunate girls had not her "hid o' hair." So, her steps quickened with joyful anticipation, she came running across the meadow in which was her home. "Here come Dora," Mrs Barrett, who had been busy in Mrs Green's room, said to the neighbour who had helped her.
The ring he wears labels him well enough. There is stuff in the little man, or he would n't stick so manfully by this crooked, crotchety old town. Give him a chance. You will drop the Sculpin, won't you? I said to the young fellow. Drop him? he answered, I ha'n't took him up yet. No, no, the term, I said, the term. Don't call him so any more, if you please. Call him Little Boston, if you like.
While this dialogue was going on, the frigate was in chase, firing guns, and bringing-to the different vessels as she passed them, dropping a boat on board of one, and making sail after another. We stood after her with all the sail we could conveniently carry. "Pray," said the captain, "might I offer you a bit of something to eat? I guess you ha'n't dined yet, as it isn't quite meridian."
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