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Jess's rarest possession was, perhaps, the christening robe that even people at a distance came to borrow. Her mother could count up a hundred persons who had been baptized in it. Every one of the hundred, I believe, is dead, and even I cannot now pick out Jess and Hendry's grave; but I heard recently that the christening robe is still in use.
"Oh! I can beat that one," cried Jess. "Let's hear you," responded the black-eyed miss. "Listen, then," returned her schoolmate: "'A canny young canner of Cannee, One morning observed to his Granny, "A canner can can A lot of things, Gran, But a canner can't can a can, can 'e?"" Now, how is that for a match for your limerick?" This started the ball a-rolling.
"Yes, the last wound he'll ever git, I reckon. Jess take the baby, so. Sam's already took her cloze. He's waitin' out in the woods here behind the house. He's got the critters down in the hollow. Now, here! This here bundle's a ridin'-skirt. It's not mournin', but you mustn't mind. It's mighty green and cottony-lookin', but anyhow, you jess put it on when you git into the woods.
He went suddenly " "Right after that party, I bet a cooky," cried Bobby. "Well ye-es," admitted Lily. "Scared!" exclaimed Jess. "The coward!" cried Laura. "And left poor Purt to face the music," Bobby observed. "Well, old Purt is better than we ever gave him credit for. Now we'll make him square himself with the police." It was Mr. Nemo of Nowhere, now Mr.
Jes becos we're rough and ain't got on full evenin' dress you musn't think we're dangerous, mum," he went on more gravely. "I'll warrant you'll fin' better fellers right here on ther alkali than on Fit' Avenoo back in New York." "Oh, do you come from New York," cried the romantic Jess, scenting what she would have called "a dear of a story." "A long time ago I did," rejoined Bud slowly.
Raising himself in a more erect position, he only managed to say: "Jess, don't tell me that uniform is gone. Don't! Go dig your grave, nigger, for if you black imp of Satan has gone to sleep and let some scoundrel steal my clothes, then you die." Such a laugh, such a shout as was set up from one end of the train to the other was never heard before or since of the "Lone Pine Tree State."
"Bob Purvis, you are a general, suah," and then there followed low, rollicking laughter, mingled with a gurgling as of a liquid swallowed from a flask. "But how'll we manage at the junction? We can't go right on the cars? There is some hocus-pocus about everything you do in the army." "Oh, jess you keep your eye on your dad, and you'll see things you never saw afore.
I told her how things were pointin', and she lent me a hoss, and I jess rounded on Doctor Green at Mountain Jim's, and had him back here afore sun-up! And then I heard she wilted, regularly played out, you see, for she had it all along wuss than the lot, and never let on or whimpered!" "It was well you persisted in seeing her that night," I said, watching the rapt expression of his face.
Whatever Jess's errors may have been she was a self-sacrificing, honourable woman, and one who would have died rather than profit thus by circumstance. At length they reached the shelter again and crept into it. "Light a candle," said Jess. Jantje hunted for and struck a match.
Where'd ye think he was goin'?" "What was he coming here for?" Jess sharply asked. "To see you, I guess." "How did he know where I was?" "H'm, he found out all right. Ye can't hide from him fer long. He thinks a lot of you, he sure does." "Where is he now, then?" "Oh, he skedaddled when he saw the fire. He was 'most scared t' death." "So he left you alone to save us?" Jess asked.
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