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And he ketched me grinning over his shoulder when I read them heading words after that old lunkhead of a Prophet passed him the paper." "Shut up!" remarked Driver Jones, stabbing a potato. "I owe him money and I let my porch be used " Now shut up and don't spoil my vittles any morn'n you have done in the way of cooking 'em." Mr.
One thing was ruther stiddier 'n the rest, an' that was that I liked Bewlah morn'n I knew. I begun tew see what kep me loopin' tew hum so much, sence aunt was took daown; why I want in no hurry tew git them other gals, an' haow I come tew pocket my mittens so easy arfter the fust rile was over.
McNutt selected a volume that had a broken corner and laid it carefully on the edge of the oat-bin. Then he put his money in his pocket and turned away. "Morn'n' to ye, Mr. Merrick." "Stop a bit," said Uncle John, suddenly. The agent stopped. "I believe I paid you ten dollars for Miss Ethel Thompson's services. Is that correct?" "Ye yes, Mr. Merrick."
"Everything looks just 'bout alike 'long yere," and I took a squint at the bank, as though endeavoring a guess. "I reckon maybe it'll be 'bout twenty-four hours' steamin' yet morn'n thet, likely, if we got ter tie up much 'long shore. Are yer goin' fer ter jine the army?" "Whut, me jine the army?" he laughed as though at a good joke.
"I shipped wi' Skipper Isra'l Gooden, from Carbonear; the schooner was the Baccaloue, wi' forty men, all told. 'T was of a Sunday morn'n 'e 'ould sail, twel'th day o' March, wi' another schooner in company, the Sparrow. There was a many of us was n' too good, but we thowt wrong of 'e's takun the Lord's Day to 'e'sself.
How he was regarded by the mother, Clayton had learned long ago, when, in answer to one of his questions, she had said, with a look at Easter, that " Raines was the likeliest young feller in them mountains "; that "he knew morn'n anybody round thar"; that " he had spent a year in the settlemints, was mighty religious, and would one day be a circuit-rider.
Yet there looked little to pity in this jolly, rocking lad with the tousle of light hair and fresh, rosy countenance. "G'mornin', Mister Moore! Morn'n, Tammas! Morn'n, Sam'l!" he panted as he passed; and ran on through the hay-carpeted yard, round the corner of the stable, and into the house.
"Ethel in?" he asked of the sad-faced woman who, after some delay, answered his summons. "She's in the garden, weedin'." "I'll go 'round," said the agent. The garden was a bower of roses. Among them stood a slender girl in a checked gingham, tying vines to a trellis. "Morn'n', Ethel," said the visitor. The girl smiled at him.
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