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Right down nice furniture it is, too; but there's so much of it. I'm afraid the minister'll have to stand out in the front yard." "The house'll do for this time," replied Mrs. Kinzer. "There 'll be room enough for everybody. What puzzles me is Dab." "What about Dab?" asked Ham. "Can't find a thing to fit him," said Dab's mother. "Seems as if he were all odd sizes, from head to foot."
If he does, get somebody to hit him over the head with a boot-jack or something. He'll soon drop it then. You might as well, you know. The House'll simply black your boots if you do. 'But would Mr Prater let me have the cat? 'Try him, anyhow. Pitch it fairly warm, you know. Only cat you ever loved, and that sort of thing. 'Very well. I'll try. 'Thanks, awfully.
"Oh! don't!" wailed out one of the girls, the impressionable, warm-hearted Maggie. "The horrors of this house'll kill me. I can't stand it a minute longer. I'll go I'll go to-morrow." "You won't; you're too kind-hearted to leave Mr. Cumberland and his sister in their desperate trouble," Sweetwater put in, with a decision as suggestive of admiration as he dared to assume.
He knows nothin'. He don't even know that an able man can make half a million out of a big contract, an' do the work better than an ordinary man could do it who'd lose money by it At a million our Court House'll be cheap; and if the Professor had the contract with the plans accordin' to requirement to-morrow, he'd make nothin' out of it not a red cent. No, sir.
Number Five study attended, with its usual air of bland patronage. At last McTurk, of the lanthorn jaws, delivered himself: "You jabber and jaw and burble, and that's about all you can do. What's the good of it? King's house'll only gloat because they've drawn you, and King will gloat, too. Besides, that resolution of Orrin's is chock-full of bad grammar, and King'll gloat over that."
In an instant the angel form of Mercy melted away and there stood the devil with his arms folded. "Murder! fire! rape! thieves! what, Nephew Jennings, is that you, with all my honey pots? Help! help! help!" "Phew-w-w!" whistled the devil: "I tell you what, Master Simon, you must quiet the old woman, she bellows like a bull, the house'll be about your ears in a twinkling she'll hang you for this!"
"You go in dar en get worn, Mars. George," said Blue Dave. "I'm gwine 'roun' by de High Bridge en tell um whar you is." "Why, you'll break yourself down," said George Deuham. "Ah, Lord, Mars. George!" said the negro, laughing, "time you bin in de woods long ez I is de four mile 'twix' yer en yo' house'll look mighty short. Go in dar, Mars. George, 'fo' you git col'!"
"I'm not so sure it will be necessary, after all," said their father, who seemed to have dismissed Annie's grievance from his mind for the present. "Your cousin Ford is sure to go; and I'm almost certain of another boy, besides the missionary's son. If she gets a few others herself, her house'll be full enough, and you can board somewhere else." "Hurrah for that!" shouted Fuz.
Say Momma, Pap, Girlie" she ran, at a sort of sliding gallop across the oilcloth through the swinging door into the dining-room "will you listen to this? Sheila says she's not going to the dance!" "Well," said "Momma" audibly, "she'd better. I'm agoin' to put out the fires, and the house'll be about 12 below." Sylvester murmured, "Oh, we must change that." And Girlie said nothing.
There would be all kinds of questions and explanations. Peg instantly made up her mind that they were not going to know why Ethel was there. Ethel must be saved and at any cost. She sprang to her feet. "Holy Mother!" she cried, "the whole house'll be awake! Give me yer hat! Quick! An' yer cloak! An' yer bag!" Peg began quickly to put on Ethel's hat and cloak.
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