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Phoebe laughed and Droop replied: "If ye can't stand it or set it, why lay, Cousin Rebecca. The's good settles all 'round." With manifestly injured feelings Droop hunted up a book and sat down to read in silence. The Panchronicon was his pet and he did not relish its being thus contemned. The remainder of the morning was spent in almost completely silent work or reading.
Archibald, an aristocratic, elderly woman, treated her as if she were no more than a girl. Mary thought she had never seen her mother so charming. "I wonder if the's any reason, Mary Lou'siana, why you can't just come down here and stay with me this summah?" said Mrs. Archibald, suddenly.
But instead of writing it clown, the man merely stared at him, while the fat creases in his face deepened and deepened. Finally he put down his quill, and indulged in a gale of laughter, hugely to Mr. Brice's discomfiture. "Shucks!" said the fat man, as soon as he could. "What are you givin' us? That the's a Yankee boa'din' house."
I cayn't go back, foh the's no one thah, an' I hate the mountains." Maxwell's reply was brief and to the point. "Think you could learn to run our elevator without killing us all?" he inquired. "Well, you've got to. You've been talking awful guff, you know. Now you're going to work, right here. We need a new man. The one we have has been drunk three days.
Marion felt that in another minute she would cry out, shrieking at Seth, shrieking the warning Haig had sent by her. "That's good enough, for me!" declared Raley, throwing the reins over his pony's head, and preparing painfully to dismount. "No, Jim!" cried Smith. "Let him say a thousand, an' I'm with you. 'Tain't exactly on the square, but the's no use killin' ourselves for "
Soon the snow was so thick that it shut us in as with a curtain, and eventually even old Aillik, our leader, was lost to view. "Bear well t' th' east'ard, an' keep free o' th' bad ice; the's sure t' be bad ice handy t' th' Kenemish," had been Mark Blake's parting injunction. So George kept well to the eastward as, hour after hour, we forged our way on through the bending, drifting snow.
Ef we'd left 'im out to-night I'd 'a' had 'im to fight out thar in the front yard while the party was goin' on. I wouldn't mind it much, but my wife never wanted me in a row." "This girl he was with to-night, has she father or brothers?" "No, the's jest her an' 'er mother." "Isn't it pretty risky for her to go with him so much?"
"Wa'al, I laid out to try an' read this paper," he said, spreading it out on his lap, "but," resignedly, "I guess 't ain't no use. Do you know what a count'fit bill is?" he asked. "I dunno 's I ever see one," she said, "but I s'pose I do. They're agin the law, ain't they?" "The's a number o' things that's agin the law," remarked David dryly. "Wa'al?" ejaculated Mrs.
"'Wa'al, I says, 'I guess that's so, but fer the present I reckon I c'n do ye more good by keepin' in the shade. Are you folks prepared to spend a little money? I says. "'Yes, he says, 'if it comes to that. "'Wa'al, I says, 'it putty most gen'ally does come to that, don't it? Now, the's one feller that's doin' ye more harm than some others. "'You mean Staples? he says.
"'Twere a rare pretty sight watchin' th' shore slippin' past, an' I forgets as 'tis a piece o' ice I'm ridin' till I happens t' look around an' finds th' cake o' ice, likewise myself, in th' middle o' th' river, an' no way o' gettin' ashore. The's nothin' t' do but hang on, an' I hangs. "Then I sees th' Gull Island Rapids an' I 'most loses my nerve.
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