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"I didn't know it was necessary." "Which is true more ways than one. Lookit here, Slimson, where might you happen to be going when you run into me so providential here at Moccasin Spring?" "I might be going most anywhere," Rack Slimson replied with a flash of temper. "No call to get het, Rack, no call to get het. What I'm asking is a fair question: Where might you be going to-day." "Marysville."
"There's not a mite of harm in her, but she just You know she'd been signing Hetty's checks for a long time, Barry " "Go on," Barry said, as she paused distressedly. "And she just went on " Mrs. Smiley continued simply. "Went on WHAT?" Barry demanded. "After Het went. Barry," the woman interrupted herself, "I oughtn't be the one to tell you, but don't you see Don't you see Het's "
Well, Jabez said it wuz the sudden change from cold to hot water that had caused the overflow, so we put the biler on the kitchen stove and the caldron kettle in the woodhouse, and het water bilin' hot and filled the empty tank, Josiah groanin' loud as he lugged it up and sayin' when he thought I didn't hear him, "Oh, gracious Heavens! is this two pails a year?"
"Of course I did," replied Annie. "Do you know, Het, that I had the unbounded cheek to give him a piece of my mind this evening?" Annie was seated on the side of Hester's bed. She was in a blue dressing-gown, and her dark hair, in a mass of rebellious curls, was falling about her shoulders.
"Richt," said the barefoot boy; "wha're ye frae?" "The Leddy Montroymont," says Francie. "Ha'e, then!" says the stranger, and handed him a folded paper, and they stood and looked at each other again. "It's unco' het," said the boy. "Dooms het," says Francie. "What do they ca' ye?" says the other. "Francie," says he. "I'm young Montroymont. They ca' me Heathercat." "I'm Jock Crozer," said the boy.
Was he not even then breathing his Spirit into the soul of that woman-child? It blew upon Andrew Constable, as he stood in his shop-door, the easy labour of his day all but over. And he said to his little weasel-faced, douce, old-fashioned child who stood leaning against the other door-cheek: "That's a fine caller bit blastie, Isie! Dinna ye like to fin' 't blawin' upo' yer het cheeks, dawtie?"
"That's another thing," he said; "don't tetch it. You'll break a rule. No member of the family an' that means me an' you, for we can claim kin by adoption, if not by blood no member is allowed to do dirty work o' any sort. Ben never allowed it, an' Het says the same rule must hold. She says it would spile the help an' git 'em out o' the right sort o' habits.
Wauverley, ye never kend that a' the eggs that were sae weel roasted at supper in the Ha'-house were aye turned by our Davie? there's no the like o' him ony gate for powtering wi' his fingers amang the het peat-ashes, and roasting eggs.
But it was some steel, that shaft, and we just het her up an' twisted her straight again. The Doc said he guessed it would be a bit short, but when we got her back in place she fitted like paint. Then we slid the old boat back in the water and tried her out and she runs like a watch." "Grand. We're off in the mornin'."
I'll have the middle plot, of course, being the eldest. You, silly Sylvia, shall have the one on the left-hand side; and you, Het, the one on the right-hand side. I will plant my heather first." The others watched while Betty dug vigorously, and had soon made a hole large enough and soft enough to inclose the roots of the wild Scotch heather.
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