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I was before long very gloomy thinking about my troubles; then I happened to remember the horses and cow about which I had tried to quarrel with poor Tom Carr, and I put on my overcoat and went out to look after them. I thought the wind would carry me away, and I had to shovel ten minutes by the light of a lantern half blown out before I could get the door open.
The Rector's face changed. "Better not talk about it, Anne. When a woman's been in hell for years, you needn't expect her to come out an angel. She won't forgive him, and she won't nurse him that's flat." "No reason why she should shovel him off on other people as wants their night's rest. It's takin' advantage that's what it is." "I say, Anne, I must read my letters.
It was a bier. Four men carried a bier, covered with black cloth. Behind them came a man, with a shovel on his shoulder. A third lighted torch, held by a man reading a book, probably the chaplain, closed the procession. The bier followed the ranks of the police, who had turned to the right. Just at that moment the head of the procession stopped. Ursus heard the grating of a key.
When the oldest and the two youngest Kenway girls trooped into the kitchen, Popocatepetl was chasing a stray feather about the floor and in diving behind the big range for it, she knocked down the shovel, tongs and poker, which were standing against the bricked-up fireplace.
We ran for every sort of thing we could find to shovel the sand over him, and though very soon out of sight, we worked harder and harder, as if the more sand we put over him, the more we drove from us the horrible sight.
The extreme Teutonism cultivated by wrestling, shooting, and fencing, giving each a spot of land to sow, reap, and shovel, and all in an atmosphere of adult life, made an environment that fitted the transition period as well as any that the history of education affords. Every tramp and battle were described in a book by each boy.
"Perhaps some picnic children left that here," decided Eugenia. "No other sign of mortal habitation about." "Yes, here is a child's shovel and pail, and a lot of child's play tools," said Helen. "Relics of the same outing party," commented Louise. "Just see if you can't dig up something more humanly tangible, Helen."
Although he would seem to shovel in the earth quite carelessly, there was a sort of sympathy between himself and the fir, oak, or beech that he was operating on, so that the roots took hold of the soil in a few days.
"Lead me to it with my trusty pan and shovel, and we'll see," Bill smiled. Forthwith they set out. The overhanging bowlder was a scant ten minute's walk up the creek. Bill leaned on his shovel, and studied the ground. Then, getting down on his knees at the spot where the marks of Hazel's scratching showed plain enough, he began to paw over the gravel.
Every time the Work came back to him, with a brief printed Suggestion that any Male Adult not physically disabled could make $1.75 a day with a Shovel, the Author would appear at the Afternoon Club with another scathing arraignment of certain Commercial Aspects of the Modern Stage. He saw that it was over their Heads. It was too darned Dainty for a Flat-Head who spelt Art with a lower- case "a."
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