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His last exploit had been to bid on an old dasher churn for five dollars the boys "ran things up" on Pa Sloane for the fun of it and bring it home to outraged Ma, who had made her butter for fifteen years in the very latest, most up-to-date barrel churn. To add insult to injury this was the second dasher churn Pa had bought at auction. That settled it.
Then the lawyer would say, "Default of Nora Kennedy" or somethin'. Then the judge would write, and so on. And my pa acted as if he didn't know the judge at all. He always said "your honor," and the judge didn't call him Hardy like he did at our house, but always Mr. Kirby. Nobody could tell they knew each other. The town was chuck full of people.
"I have to carry 'round milk mornings and nights, and I have to go down to the barn to hunt eggs, and I have to help pa about the stage horses, and sometimes I have to ride the horses back to be shod, and I have to walk a mile to day-school and back, and learn my lessons, and I'd like to know how teacher thinks I've got much time to read the Bible some every day.
"Yes," she was saying, "Jim was one of these handy childern; when he was eight years old he could peddle as good as you could! I guess you heard 'bout our roof; ever'body was talkin' 'bout it. Billy is takin' right after him; do you know what that boy has gone an' done? He's built his pa a monumint!" "A monument!" exclaimed Redding. "Yes, sir, a tombstun monumint! I was allers a-wishin' that Mr.
"I don't care what it is, I won't blame you; if it's something wrong, why, it couldn't be, I'll forgive you. You know that, Marylyn." Again, "No, no," but with less resistance. "Tell me," said Dallas, firmly. Marylyn looked up. "You'll hate me if I do," she faltered. The elder girl laughed fondly. "As if I could!" "You promise not to tell pa?" "Course, I promise." "Oh, Dallas!"
Fong looked at her, gently inquiring, "You no like Mist Bullage, Miss Lolly?" "Of course I like him. Won't you please attend to what I'm saying?" "Then you ask him and I make awful swell dinner same like I make for your Pa when General Grant eat here." When Fong had a fixed idea that way there was no use arguing with him; one rose with a resigned air and left the kitchen.
"That's what?" cries my wife. "Yes, gaw " Just as she was at this very "gaw" Tug roars out, "La, Pa! here's Mr. Bar, uncle Tug's coachman!" It was Mr. Bar. When she saw him, Mrs. Breadbasket stepped suddenly back into the parlor with my ladies. "What is it, Mr. Bar?" says I; and as quick as thought, I had the towel under his chin, Mr.
You ought to have seen him when the gun was engaged in kicking him," says the boy as he set the butter plate on the cheese box. "Well, tell us about it. What had the gun against your Pa? I guess it was the son-of-a-gun that kicked him," said the grocery man, as he winked at a servant girl who came in with her apron over her head, after two cents worth of yeast.
You look strong, but you're kind of thin. What makes your skin so black? Your ma never was dark, ner your pa, neither." "I've been riding a long way in the wind and sun and rain." "Fer the land sakes!" as she looked through the window to the street. "Not on a horse?" "Yes." "H'm! What was your ma thinkin' about to let you do that?" "My mother is dead. There was no one left to care what I did.
Say, do you believe in special providence? What was the use of that sleet on the sidewalk, if it was not to save sinners?" "O, I don't know anything about special providences," said the grocery man, "but I know you have got two of your pockets filled with them boneless raisins since you have been talking, and my opinion is you will steal. But, say, what is your Pa on crutches for?
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