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Dabney, I shall want you to go over to the Morris house with me after breakfast. Then you may hitch up the ponies, and we'll do some errands around the village." Dab Kinzer's sisters looked at one another in blank astonishment, and Samantha would have left the table if she had only finished her breakfast.
Mine are getting too small." Samantha's fingers fidgeted a little with the tidy they were holding; but Mrs. Kinzer said composedly, "Well, Dabney, I've been thinking about it. You ought not to be tied down all the while. Suppose you take next week pretty much to yourself: Samantha won't want the ponies every day. The other horses have all got to work, or I'd let you have one of them."
"Why, law me! yes, I s'pose so." And he says, "I think I would rather have died young, than to grow up, and be so homely." I riz up, and led him out of the room quick, and told him "never to talk so agin." And he says, "Why, I told the truth, aunt Samantha." "Wall, truth hain't to be spoken at all times." "Mother punished me last night for not telling the truth, and told me to tell it always."
"If I've got to go to bed in half an hour," she said presently, "tell me more about your Aunt Samantha, and about yourself, and your home before you came out here, and what you did when you were a little boy tell me everything about yourself." She was forgetting Tralee for the moment, and the man who raised his hand against her yesterday, and the life she had lived.
Then another big one, of the very best, had to be set apart and fitted up for Ham and Miranda on their return home; and Dab had taken great delight in doing all in his power to make that room all it could be made. But then Samantha had insisted upon having a separate domain, and Keziah and Pamela had imitated their elder sister to a fraction.
These things of beauty so wrought upon the child's excitable nature that she could hardly keep still long enough to have her hair curled; and Samantha, as the shining rings dropped off her horny forefinger, was wrestling with the Evil One, in the shape of a little box of jewelry that she had found with the clothing.
What do you think I had better be, Samantha?" "A loonatick would strike me as the right thing, Josiah Allen, or an idiot from birth. "Or," sez I, speakin' more ironicler as my fear died away, leavin' in its void a great madness and tiredness, "if you'd brung your scythe along you might personate Old Father Time." I guess this kinder madded him, and sez he, "Don't you want to pose, Samantha?
But thinkses I to myself, "We always said I believed we should travel to the stars some time, but I little thought it would be to-day, or that I should go in a buggy." Josiah shared my feelin's I could see, for he whispered to me, "Don't le's go, Samantha, it must be dangerus!" But I whispered back, "Le's wait, Josiah, and see.
But oh! wuzn't it disagreeable in the extreme to Samantha, who had always tried to bend her bow and bring down Beauty, to have her familiar huntin' grounds turned into so different a warpath. It wuz disagreeable! It wuz! It wuz! And then, havin' to stand between her and Josiah too, wuz fearful wearin' on me.
Sez I, "If they wuz poor men would they have been kep', or if it wuzn't for the influence of men that like hard drink?" "Wall, as it were," sez Josiah, "I that is wall, it is a-gettin' bed-time, Samantha." And he wound up the clock and went to bed. And I set there, all rousted up in my mind, for more'n a hour and I dropped more'n seven stitches in Josiah's heel, and didn't care if I did.
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