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Good friendly faces good friendly faces. Git up on one another's backs and let me touch 'em. That's it. Shake hands yourn'll come through the bars, but mine's too big. Little hands, and weak but they've helped Muff Potter a power, and they'd help him more if they could." Tom went home miserable, and his dreams that night were full of horrors.
Potter's breakfast was ready, she brought it up herself and stopped a few minutes to talk. "Do you know of any remedy for bleeding at the nose, Mrs. Potter?" she asked. "My husband had quite a severe attack last night, and he went down on the front veranda, and then down the gravel walk, thinking, I suppose, that exercise would stop it.
Dad didn't say much; he just listened and sized up the layout. Then he led us through the vestibule into the drawing-room. And I knew, from the look of him, that we would get his verdict straight. But it was a relief not to see his finger-tips together. "Perry Potter wrote me something of all this," he observed, settling himself comfortably in his pet chair.
"I'll never give up hunting," Andy declared, as he stood there, watching his chum potter with the engine and examine things in general. "No, not as long as this fine little machine stands by us. We can get more gasoline if necessary, for we brought a good supply aboard the boat. When we've gone as far as we dare down this way we'll make another start further on."
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, Ruthie. But Jabez Potter isn't liked very well by people in general, although I guess he is a good miller. He is stingy " I must say it. He isn't given to kind actions, and I am surprised that he should have agreed to take and educate you. Of course, he didn't have to." "I don't suppose he did have to," Ruth said, slowly.
"The last time ye was at the mill I lost something I lost more than I kin afford to lose again," continued Uncle Jabez. "I don't say ye took it. They tell me the flood took it. But I'm going to know the right of it some time, and if you know more about it than you ought " "What air ye talkin' about, Jabe Potter?" shrilled Parloe.
She would not let him lie even in death beside the other. The very next afternoon the telephone rang. Mrs. Potter and Beany and Asa listened, while Porky said, "Yes, sir," a dozen times and "All right, sir," until Beany twitched with nervous excitement. When he put up the receiver, everybody said, "Well?" at the same time. Porky went over and kissed his mother. It was real easy to do, those days.
"Well, does Potter give up everything and go without things?" I asked the boat-maker. "Purty blamed near it at times," he returned definitely, then addressing the company in general he added, "Look at the time he worked over there on Fisher's Island, at the Ellersbie farm the time they were packing the ice there. You remember that, Henry, don't you?" Mr. Main nodded. "What about it?"
In the display window, however, there gleamed a brand-new Archer Nine, beautiful as a garden or a town floating, unsupported, under the stars beautiful as the Future, which was born of the Past. A Bunch of fellas the current crop of aficionados were inside the store, making lots of noise over the news. Was that Chip Potter, grown tall? Was that his same old dog, Blaster?
To potter with green, growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith the substance of things hoped for. But bide a wee." "It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in 'em," said Captain Jim.
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