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Teeters thrust himself in the sick man's line of vision and elucidated: "Feller, I'm sorry to tell you you ain't goin' to 'make the grade' they's no possible show fur you an' Mis' Taylor here, who's a personal friend, you might say, of all the leadin' sperrits in the Sperrit World, has come to kind of prepare you " Mullendore's lips moved with an effort: "There ain't nothin' after this."
Partridge, who was in the kitchen trying to instruct a negro girl how to use her broom of twigs so as to distribute the silver sand upon the floor in the complex wavy figures, which were the pride of the housewife of that day. "Please, marm, father's sick, and Mis Hamlin thinks he ought to have the doctor." "Your father and Mrs. Hamlin? Who is your father, pray?"
Land sakes! the neighbors used to happen in 'bout every week for years 'n' years, hopin' he'd get another one finished up, but he never did, not to my knowledge.... Why, it's the gospel truth that when Mis' Doolittle died he had to have her embalmed, so 't he could git the front door hung for the fun'ral!
"I don't know, I don't know. Maybe he is. It didn't say. It just said blinded," chattered Mrs. McGuire feverishly. "They get them home just as soon as they can when they're blinded. We were readin' about it only yesterday in the paper how they did send 'em home right away. Oh, how little I thought that my son John would be one of 'em my John!" "But your John ain't the only one, Mis' McGuire.
There was a pause, a soft wind came into the room, the noise of the frogs grew louder, a whippoorwill called; it seemed as if the wide night were flowing in at the windows. "What I want to know is," said Mrs. Field, "if you will take Lois in here to meals, an' look after her a week or two. Be you willin' to?" "You ain't goin' away, Mis' Field?"
I took the custards from Miss Elinory to please her; but Mis' Mosbey's is better. I wanted 'em to have the best they is on the Road, 'cause they is old and they is our'n." "Bless your dear little heart, the best they shall have always!" exclaimed Mother Mayberry, as she hugged her small confrere close against her side and wiped away a tear with a quick gesture.
"I'll go, toward night, but I can't do her any good." "An' Mis' Thacher is out here waitin' too, but she says if you're busy she'll go along to the stores and stop as she comes back. She looks to me as if she was breakin' up," confided Marilla in a lower tone.
Dear uncle is dead, you know, and can't help his dear ones being ordered out of his house by upstarts." "What's a upstart, ma?" inquired Willie. "People who turn their dead uncle's relations out of his house in order to take boarders," returned Mrs. Holmes, clearly. "Mis' Carr," said Mrs. Dodd, sliding up into Dick's vacant place, "have I understood that you want me to go away to-morrow?"
I come pretty nigh it myself, though I ain't no relation, when Elder Weeks said, 'You'll go round the house, my sisters, and Mis' Butterfield won't be there; you'll go int' the orchard, and Mis' Butterfield won't be there; you'll go int' the barn and Mis' Butterfield won't be there; you'll go int' the shed, and Mis' Butterfield won't be there; you'll go int' the hencoop, and Mis' Butterfield won't be there! That would 'a' drawed tears from a stone most, 'specially sence Mis' Butterfield set such store by her hens."
"Somebody save the toast!" cried Clementina and smiled very brightly. They needed no more. Timothy Toplady sprang at the toast, and already Abel Halsey and Doctor June were shaking Delia's hand; and Mis' Amanda, throwing her shawl back over her shoulders from its pin at her throat, enveloped Delia in her giant arms.
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