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"Ah, that's it," he agreed. At that moment Mr. Jeminy himself entered the store. "I'd like to buy a pencil," he said. "The pencil I have in mind," he explained, "is soft, and writes easily, but has no eraser." "There you are," said the storekeeper; "that's five cents." "I used to pay four," said Mr. Jeminy, looking for the extra penny. "Well, perhaps you did," said Mr.
He was still engaged at this task when Mr. Tomkins came to call. "A fine evening," said Mr. Tomkins from the doorway. "Come in, William," cried Mr. Jeminy, "come in. A fine evening, indeed. Well, this is very nice, I must say." Mr. Tomkins was older than Mr. Jeminy.
"Are you going to run away from me, too?" he asked, at last. "No," said Anna. Then, all at once, she burst out crying. "I can't help it," she cried, between her sobs. "I can't help it. Don't look at me." "No," said Mr. Jeminy, "I won't." And he gazed up at the tree tops, dark and sharp against the cold, gray sky. Anna cried herself out. Then pale and ashamed, she started home again with Mr.
"And you, madam?" he asked. "Would you care for the company of a garrulous old man at evening in your kitchen?" Margaret blushed with pleasure. "Yes," she said. "Very well," said Mr. Jeminy; "I will stay." In this fashion Mr. Jeminy settled down at Bade's Farm, as farm hand to Aaron Bade. At the end of a week he felt that he had nothing to regret.
I can't sell a few barrels of potatoes, though I did want to save them." Mr. Jeminy roused himself with an effort. "I had the horse shod all around," he said. Aaron nodded. "I guess it's just as well," he replied. "Did you ask about fixing the harrow?" "It will take a week," said Mr. Jeminy. "I said to go ahead, figuring that we had the whole winter before us."
Although they were simple, and easy to manage, they afforded her endless opportunities for complaint. She was never so happy as when nothing suited her. Then she carried her broom into Mr. Jeminy's study, and looked around her with a gloomy air. "No, really, it's impossible to go on this way," she would say, and sweep Mr. Jeminy, his books and his papers, out of doors.
Not one has learned to be happy in poverty, or gentle in good fortune." "There's no poverty to-day," said Mr. Tomkins simply. It really seemed to him as though every one were well off, because the war was over. "There is more poverty to-day than ever before," said Mr. Jeminy. "Hm," said Mr. Tomkins. "Last fall," said Mr. Jeminy, "Sara Barly and Mrs. Grumble helped each other put up vegetables.
Jeminy's books, he was happy and hearty in his own potato patch. "I remember," he said. "I remember more than you do, Jeminy. I can look back to the first husking bee I ever was at. That was in '62. A year later I shouldered a gun, and went off with the drafts of '63. Your speaking of Noel put me in mind of it. "When I got home again," he continued, "there was nothing for me to do.
Jeminy had sung as much as he liked, he went on to say: "In autumn the birds go south by easy stages; to-day their songs are departed from these woods, where there is none left but the catbird, to creak upon the bough. Soon snow will cover the earth, in which nothing is growing.
Jeminy was building her a doll's house in Mrs. Wicket's tumbledown barn. It was the sort of work he liked to engage in; no one expected him to be accurate, it was only necessary to use his imagination. But Juliet, swinging her legs on top of the feed bin, regarded him with round and serious eyes. For in Juliet's opinion, Mr.
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