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She proposed a bewildering choice—an inverted wash-tub, two buckets sustaining the relation of caryatides to a board, the sheet-iron cooking-stove. In an excess of solicitude she even suggested robbing "paw" of his soap-box. Mary chose the wash-tub on condition that Mrs. Yellett consented to sacrifice the handles in the cause of lower education.
There was a sign of a different kind nailed to an old stump behind our camp. It was the top of a soap-box, with an inscription after this fashion: A.D. MEYER & B. LEVIT Soap Mfrs. There was a combination of piscatorial pride and mercantile enterprise in this quaint device, that took our fancy.
Henrietta's voice, breaking a pregnant silence, startled me so that I nearly jumped off the empty soap-box where for some minutes I had sat watching her bend over a smoking skillet of frying fat. An answer was not to be given unadvisedly, such was the moral effect of the question.
The apparatus of the meeting was kept in the shop of a friendly carpenter near-by. The carpenter had made a "soap-box" that was a wonder a platform mounted upon four slender legs, detachable, so that one man could carry the whole business and set it up.
He opened his little dirty chest, and having strapped an old razor, and made a lather in a wooden soap-box, which bore evident marks of the antique, he placed a triangular piece of a looking-glass against the reclining lid of the chest, and began the operation of shaving.
Blick's beaming black eyes as if through them rather than his mouth the information just received was to be confirmed. Then she sat down on a soap-box and rocked in unqualified delight. "Kingdom come and glory be! What 'd you tell me a thing like that for when I was a-standin' up? I might have sat down in that bucket of lard 'stead of on a keg of herrings or is it soap?"
The mails would have been flooded with Socialist and pacifist documents, every street-corner would have had its screaming soap-box orator, the newspapers would have shaken the very heavens with colossal alarms, and conscientious objection would have taken on the proportions of a national frenzy.
"I'm no good at figgers. One batch at a time an' no mistakes." Going to his fur coat, from each of the side pockets he drew forth two sacks of dust, so rotund and long that they resembled bologna sausages. When the first batch had been paid for, there remained in the gold-sacks not more than several hundred dollars. A soap-box was carried to the table, and the count of the three thousand began.
"The only thing I'm afraid of," said Mother Bunker, "is that Zip won't let himself be harnessed. He may not like it." But the big dog did not seem to mind in the least. He came when Russ called him, and he wagged his tail when the boys showed him the soap-box cart and the harness. "Now we're going to have some fun when you give us a ride!" said Russ, patting Zip's shaggy head.
The other, though unhurt, was thin and bony, the yarn stocking wrinkling over the shrunken calf. Beside him stood a big billy-goat, harnessed to a two-wheeled cart made of a soap-box. As Babcock stepped aside to let the boy pass he heard Cully shouting in answer to the little cripple's cries. "Cheese it, Patsy. Here's Pete Lathers comin' down de yard. Look out fer Stumpy.
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