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Skillcorn, who was at that moment standing with his hands on his sides, eyeing with concentrated gravity the movements of Earl Douglass and the doctor. "Don't shake your head at him!" said Fleda. "I wish you had come an hour earlier, Mr. Olmney." "Why?"
Skillcorn is a smart man!" said Barby coming in with a package, "he has made out to go two miles in two hours and get back again safe!" "More from the post-office!" exclaimed Fleda pouncing upon it, "oh yes, there has been another mail. A letter for you, aunt Lucy! from uncle Rolf!
"I wish Philetus would make his appearance with the cows it is a very odd thing they should be gone since yesterday morning and no news of them." "I only hope the snow ain't so bright it'll blind his eyes," said Barby. "There he is this minute," said Hugh. "It is impossible to tell from his countenance whether successful or not." "Well where are the cows, Mr. Skillcorn?" said Barby as he came in.
Skillcorn! " "What was the fate of Milo?" said Mr. Olmney, presently.. "Don't you remember the famous wrestler that, in his old age, trying to break open a tree, found himself not strong enough? and the wood closing upon his hands held him fast till the wild beasts came and made an end of him.
Skillcorn had been called in good time by Barby at Fleda's suggestion, and coming down stairs had opined discontentedly that "a man hadn't no right to be took out of bed in the morning afore he could see himself." But this, and Barby's spirited reply, that "there was no chance of his doing that at any time of day, so it was no use to wait," Fleda did not repeat.
Follow your nose down hill, Mr. Skillcorn, and it'll smell supper directly. Now, my dear Miss Ringgan, will you?" Fleda hesitated, but her relaxed energies warned her not to despise a homely mode of relief. The wood-sled was pretty clean, and the road decently good over the snow.
"Sure as 'lection! he telled Mis' Simpson so, and she telled Mr. Ten Eyck; and he's cleared out." Fleda and Hugh again looked at each other. Mr. Skillcorn having now delivered himself of his news went out to the woodyard. "I hope he ha'n't carried off our cows along with him," said Barby, as she too went out to some other part of her premises.
"The sun won't be a great haighth by the time we get there," said Philetus in a cynical manner; "and I ha'n't took the first thing to-day!" "Well who has?" said the doctor; "you ain't the only one. Follow your nose down hill, Mr. Skillcorn, and it'll smell supper directly. Now, my dear Miss Ringgan! will you?"
This second voice was hardly raised, but it came from so much nearer that the words could be distinctly heard. "Mr. Skillcorn wants to know if you're going to fix the flowers for him to carry?" "They're not ready, and it won't do for him to vait Mr. Sweet must send for them if he wants them. Philetus must make haste back, for you know Mr. Douglass wants him to help in the barn meadow.
Skillcorn could now do without her in the woods; and her own part of the trouble Fleda always took with speechless patience. She had the mixed comfort that love could bestow; Hugh's sorrowful kiss and look before setting off for the mill, Mrs.
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