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"Boston, Uncle Jethro!" "Er to-morrow at one to-morrow like to go to Boston?" "Yes," she said thoughtfully, "I remember parts of it. The Common, where I used to walk with Daddy, and the funny old streets that went uphill. It will be nice to go back to Coniston that way over Truro Pass in the train."
He took one long look at Jethro and bent over and slapped his hand on his knee, and burst out laughing. "So here you be!" he cried. "By Godfrey! ef you don't beat all outdoors, Jethro. Wal, I got ahead of ye for once, but you can't say I didn't warn ye. Come purty nigh bustin' the stage on that road today, and now I'm a-goin' to hev an agent app'inted." "W-who's the agent?" said Jethro.
"H-how'd you like it?" said Jethro again. "Well," said Ephraim, "I hain't got any objections." Jethro started out of the shop, but paused again at the door. "W-won't say nothin' about it, will you, Eph?" he inquired. "Not till I git it," answered Ephraim.
"We may as well call it that," laughed Wetherell. "It's not too good for Cynthy," he said. "Nothing's too good for Cynthy," answered Mr. Wetherell, mockingly, little knowing how he might come to mean it. Jethro Bass paid no attention to this speech.
Physically, Chebron was not a coward, but he had not the toughness of mental fibre which enables some men to bear almost unmoved misfortunes which would crush others to the ground. As to the comforting assurances of Amuba and Jethro, they failed to give him the slightest consolation.
The men were, for the most part, given to the priests for service about the temples. To his great delight Amuba found that Jethro and himself were among the eight captives who were assigned to the service of the priests of one of the great temples.
"Will you take me to Brampton, Uncle Jethro?" said she, letting fall the paper on her lap. "W-who's to get in the hay?" said Jethro. "Hay on the Fourth of July!" exclaimed Cynthia, "why, that's sacrilege! You'd much better come and hear Mr. Sutton's speech it will do you good."
Cynthia lingered to hear no more, and went out, dazed, into the September sunshine: Jethro beaten, and broken, and gone to Coniston. Resolution came to her as she walked. Arriving home, she wrote a little note and left it on the table for Ephraim; and going out again, ran by the back lane to Mr.
These were landed, and two days later the vessel set sail. Jethro called upon the Egyptian commandant, and by making him a handsome present at once enlisted his aid in his enterprise.
Saying those words, she looked round the room, and satisfied herself that the other girls were asleep. Emily laid down the extinguisher. "You mean to report us, of course," she said. "I am the only one awake, Miss Jethro; lay the blame on me." "I have no intention of reporting you. But I have something to say." Her eyes, large and dark and dim, rested on Emily with a sorrowful interest.
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