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"We shan't need that, anyway," Grandma Burton had said at once. "What few things we don't want to keep I shall give away. An auction, indeed! Pray, what have we to sell?" "Hm-m! To be sure, to be sure," her husband had murmured; but his face was troubled, and later he had said, apologetically: "You see, Hannah, there's the farm things. We don't need them." On Tuesday night Mrs.
"Oh, don't it look splendid and roomy!" cried Sarah, as they reached the turn where they could see the farmhouse. "And don't the air smell good!" "Hm-m," murmured Caleb, and turned his face away with set lips. How crowded to overflowing those three days were!
"I want a good chance to look at you." Allie colored faintly. "I guess I'm not much to look at." "Hm-m! You don't in the least resemble that girl I found hoeing in the garden. You are terribly thin." "Spinach!" said Allie. "Dieting, eh?" "Yes. Spinach and water and a rubber suit. Sometimes I have a party and eat a whole soda cracker."
"Can you?" laughed Billy, irrepressibly. "Yes. Cyril is happy, of course. Still, I can't imagine him in love with any woman." "I think Marie can." "I suppose so. I don't seem to remember her much; still, I think I saw her once or twice when I was on last June. Music teacher, wasn't she?" "Yes. She is a very sweet girl." "Hm-m; I suppose so.
"I can't, auntie I can't believe it!" she cried. "It it can't be like that always. There must have been special things to-day that plagued me. Auntie, I'm not such a monster!" "Hm-m; well will you consent to an experiment to er find out?" "Indeed I will!" returned Kate promptly. "Very good! Every time I hear those little dissatisfied fault-findings, I am going to mention crumbs or plates or china.
He is shunned like a leper. No man is allowed to speak to him or render him any sort of fellowship, and it has made the man half mad, it has turned him into a vengeful, hate-filled fanatic, living only for retaliation. Some time I believe he will kill Marsh." "Hm-m! One seems to be forever crossing the trail of this Marsh," said Boyd, who had listened intently. "Yes.
The doctor's home has become practically a sanatorium not the most desirable place in the world to bring up a young daughter in, I should say. Let's see, how old is Miss Dorothy?" "Sixteen, Keith says. I asked him one day. She's about his age." "Hm-m; well, however that may be, Susan, I don't see how we can help ourselves very well.
"Hm-m!" mused Sully. "You found out a lot, I presume?" "I can truthfully say that I found out that what I had heard about the show is true." "And what's that, if I may ask?" "Thieves. I happen to know that they travel right along with the show, and I shouldn't be surprised if you got part of their stealings, either," Phil boldly flung at the showman.
Such a wonderful thing can't be turned down." "Hm-m; perhaps not." Daniel Burton's lips came together a bit grimly. "But there ARE wonderful things that won't sell, you know. However," he finished with brisk cheerfulness, "this isn't one of my pictures, nor a bit of Susan's free verse; so there's some hope, I guess. Anyhow, we'll see but we won't tell John until we do see." "All right.
I should n't 'a' come ter you at all if it had n't been fur them." "Exactly!" agreed the doctor, rubbing his hands together. "That's just what I thought. You were well before, were n't you?" "Why, yes, that is, I did n't know I was sick," corrected Jason. "Hm-m; well, you won't know it now if you'll go home and burn those books.
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