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I set the child down, rode Starlight into a big open nook with a narrow mouth, an' then hustled into the house. Old Cast Steel was standin' in the dining room in his stockin'-feet with a gun in each hand an' a question in his eyes. "Get ready for a raid, Jabez," sez I. "Who from?" sez he. "From the Brophy gang," sez I. "How do you know?" sez he.

She riz like she was on springs, an' thumped across the room in her stockin'-feet, an' looked out o' the window, with me right in her wake. An' thar, as plain as a sheep in the middle of a stream, stood Dick a-pealin' an' eatin' the peaches his mammy was fetchin' him. An' now comes the part that may not suit you, Alf, one bit; but I've come to fetch the whole truth an' nothin' but the truth.

Dicey, you go draw yo' pallet close-t outside the do', an' lay down an' I'll set here by the fire an' keep watch. How my ol' stockin'-feet do tromp! Do lemme hurry an' set down! Seem like this room's awful rackety, the fire a-poppin' an' tumblin', an' me breathin' like a porpoise. Even the clock ticks ez excited ez I feel. Wonder how they sleep through it all! But they do.

He come home late nights, come in softly, oh, I hear him! I lay awake, 'n' got sharp ears, I hear the cats walkin' over the roofs, 'n' I hear Dick Veneer, when he comes up in his stockin'-feet as still as a cat. I think he mean' mischief to somebody. I no like his looks these las' days. Is that a very pooty gen'l'm'n up at the schoolhouse, Doctor?" "I told you he was good-looking. What if he is?"

He come home late nights, come in softly, oh, I hear him! I lay awake, 'n' got sharp ears, I hear the cats walkin' over the roofs, 'n' I hear Dick Venner, when he comes up in his stockin'-feet as still as a cat. I think he mean mischief to somebody. I no like his looks these las' days. Is that a very pooty gen'l'm'n up at the school-house, Doctor?" "I told you he was good-looking. What if he is?"

He come home late nights, come in softly, oh, I hear him! I lay awake, 'n' got sharp ears, I hear the cats walkin' over the roofs, 'n' I hear Dick Veneer, when he comes up in his stockin'-feet as still as a cat. I think he mean' mischief to somebody. I no like his looks these las' days. Is that a very pooty gen'l'm'n up at the schoolhouse, Doctor?" "I told you he was good-looking. What if he is?"

Don't you remember how that hired man down to Sudleigh toled the whole fam'ly out into the barn, one arter another, an' chopped their heads off " "You gi' me t'other end o' my cloud," commanded Mrs. Wadleigh. "I'm glad I've got on stockin'-feet. Where's t'other mittin? Oh! there 'tis, down by the sto'-leg.