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Miss Mattie's disposition improved rapidly as soon as the old steel-bowed pair were in their rightful place, resting safely upon the wart. When they sat down to supper, she reverted to the original topic. "As I was sayin'," she began, "there ain't no sense in the books you and your pa has always set such store by.
If she could meet Uncle Oliver, I am afraid she would worm herself into his confidence and get him to do something for her. Then it is unfortunate that she and that boy have fallen in with each other. She may get him to speak to Uncle Oliver in her behalf." "Isn't he working for pa?" "Yes." "Why don't you get pa to discharge him while Uncle Oliver is away?" "Well thought of, Alonzo!
The resolutions of the Legislature and the letter of the Governor were presented to Kossuth at Pittsburg, Pa., January 26, by Hon. Erastus Hopkins, then a member of the House of Representatives. Kossuth's first speech in New England was made at New Haven, Thursday, April 22.
While looking for Miss Paulsen, of Pittsburg, of the drowned, she came to a coffin which was marked "Mrs. H.L. Peterson, Woodville Borough, Pa., age about forty, size five feet one inch, complexion dark, weight about two hundred pounds." This was quite an accurate description of Mrs. Peterson. She tore the card from the coffin and one of the officers was about to arrest her.
One of the old ladies is teaching me to knit, the short-haired missionary reads aloud to me, the girl from South Dakota keeps my feet covered up, and Dear Pa and Little Germany assist me to eat. The captain has had a big bathing tank rigged up for the ladies, and I take a cold plunge every morning. It makes me think of our old days at the cottage up at the Cape.
His eyes were discontentedly fixed upon the headlines of his paper, but he was thinking. "Making a lot of work for your mother," he protested, "upsetting the whole house like a pack of wolves! Upon my word, I can't see the necessity. Why can't Sally and Martie " "But it's only once in a long while, Pa," Lydia urged. "I know I know! Well, you ask Martie to speak to me about it in a day or two.
"You see Pa had a pipe made and some castors put on our coal stove, and he tied a rope to the hearth of the stove, and had me put in some kindling wood and coal last night, so he could draw the stove up to the bed and light the fire without getting up. Ma told him he would put his foot in it, and he told her to dry up, and let him run the stove business.
"I've been around enough with Lewis Wentz to know better." "Well, you see," said pa, "that depends on how much you use your automobile. If you never take it out at all you eliminate most of the bothers connected with it." "Never take it out at all?" I cried. "On my day it stays in the barn," he said. I began to see now what he was smiling at. Wasn't it awful of him?
"The brute! Are you going to pay?" "No, Jinny." "Then they will take away the furniture." "I reckon they will." "Pa, you must promise me to take down the mahogany bed in your room. It it was mother's. I could not bear to see them take that. Let me put it in the garret." The Colonel was distressed, but he spoke without a tremor. "No, Jinny. We must leave this house just as it is."
"Matty Blair does," faltered Daisy, beginning, by virtue of all these various protests, to see that perhaps she might have strayed from the way in which she should go. "Matty Blair!" ejaculated Jim, again. "Well, Miss Daisy, I guess Matty Blair's one, an' you're another. Won't your pa an' ma, an' all of 'em, be mad, though!"
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