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But Hugh's self-esteem was not restored by the good-natured excuse. He said: "Truth it is, I'd a right to ha' sted quiet. For the on'y notion I had was puttin' meself for'ard to be gettin' a hould of it before any of the others." And he walked off crestfallen to resume his perch on the thatch.
"Now, Markie!" purred Pa from the stove, "that ain't puttin' the case jest as it is. Looked at from some p'ints, we are the clutchers." Pa was a mild little man with a round, innocent face, and flaxen hair rising in a curly halo about it. His china-blue eyes had all the trust and surprise of a newly awakened baby.
'It was an expedition, says th' dillygate fr'm England, 'to serve th' high moral jooties iv Christyan civvylization. 'Thin, says th' dillygate fr'm Chiny, puttin' on his hat, 'I'm f'r war, he says. 'It ain't so rough, he says. An' he wint home." "Well, sir," said Mr. Dooley, "onaisy lies th' crown on anny king's head these days.
He shook Hephzibah's hand mechanically, but he did not speak. Instead he looked at her and at me. I didn't speak either; I was having a thoroughly good time. "Had we ought to start now?" repeated Hephzibah. "I'm all ready but puttin' on my things." Jim came out of his trance. He dropped the hand and came to me. "Are you is she " he stammered. "Yes," said I. "Miss Cahoon is going with me.
He was a real sweet little fellow, too. He was one o' them big-eyed kind that don't laugh easy, an' he was well-spoken, an' wonderful self-settled for a child o' seven. He was always findin' time for you when you thought he was doin' somethin' else slidin' up to you an' puttin' up his hand in yours when you thought he was playin' or asleep.
I wondered! who could be up so early, an' puttin' my head through the door, there was Dinny busy at it, wid an ould knife in one hand, an' an iron skiver in the other imitatin' a fork. "'What are you doin' so early, Dinny? says I. "'I'm practisin', says he. "'What for? says I.
The first thing I saw was old Judge Piper, puttin' on his best licks to get away from a big can of strawberry ice cream that was trundling after him and trying to empty itself on his collar, whenever a bigger wave lifted it.
"But about Doc Peets an' me pullin' out from Lordsburg for Wolfville that evenin': Our ponies is puttin' the landscape behind 'em at a good road-gait when we notes a brace of them Road Runners with wings half lifted, pacin' to match our speed along the trail in front. As Road Runners is frequent with us, our minds don't bother with 'em none.
"An' what wud I do puttin' them into boxes, at all?" "Why, to distribute the mail so that you could find every man's letter when he calls for it." "An' what would I be doin' findin' a man's letter for him? Shure an' can't he find it himself on the counter there?" pointing to a wide plank that ran along the wall. I explained fully the ordinary system of distributing mail to him.
"It's might good o' yuh, ma'am, too good!" he assured her in clumsy gratefulness, as she rearranged his pillows after the refection. "But yuh shouldn't go to so much trouble; I'd rest a heap easier in my mind if I knowed you wasn't puttin' yuhself out none. But," reminiscently, "that chicken soup were shore fine!"
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