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"But the cah was so wa'm, I neva suff'ed a mite." "Well," I summarized, "it must be a great advantage to all the people along the line." "Well, you wouldn't 'a' thought so, from the kick they made." "I suppose the cottagers" the summer colony "didn't like the noise." "Oh yes; that's what I mean. The's whe' the kick was. The natives like it. I guess the summa folks 'll like it, too."
"I declare to goodness, Phoebe!" she was saying. "Seems's if every chance you get, you go to readin' those old letters." "Well, the's one or two that's spelled so funny and written so badly that I haven't been able yet to read them," Phoebe replied. Droop looked over his paper. Phoebe and her sister were seated near one of the windows on the opposite side.
In pursuit of business he "jogged 'round," as he said, behind the faithful Jinny, but when on pleasure bent, a pair of satin-coated trotters drew him in the latest and "slickest" model of top-buggies. "Of course," he said, "I'd ruther ride all alone than not to ride at all, but the's twice as much fun in't when you've got somebody along. You like to come along, don't ye?" "Very much indeed."
"Needs must where the devil drives," he muttered. Droop shook his head dismally. "Marry, come up!" he exclaimed. "I guess I can't make the bargain, friend Bacon." "But why?" "I don't like the cut o' them clothes. I'd look rideec'lous in 'em. Besides, the's too much risk in it, Bacon, my boy," he said, familiarly, throwing himself into the arm-chair and stretching out his legs comfortably.
But Harrington indulged in an unexplained digression at this point. He discovered literature and became acquainted with the works of one Charles Dickens, of whose genius he made himself the sounding trumpet- call for the ears of an indifferent world. "The's a book called David Coppe'field," he confided to Maxwell one night when he had lingered for a chat with his benefactor. "It's great, suh.
I reckon old The's spirit must have been pushing me along; and Maurice, there ain't but one thing for us to do now." "Yes," said the other, nodding his head with determination; "this money don't belong to us. Bunny needs it, and Bunny's going to get it, if we can find her out!" "Shake on that, Pard Maurice. I knew you'd say it!" cried Thad.
"No, no," Copernicus said, soothingly. "The's special arrangements to keep ventilation goin'. Jest leave the bed open half the day an' it'll be all aired." Rebecca looked far from pleased at this. "I declare, ef I'd known of all these doin's," she muttered.
A hundred times he had probed the question, and always ended by saying, as he did now, "'Tis strange wonderful strange, an' I can't make un out." He arose and knocked the ashes out of his pipe, filled the stove with wood, and then looked out into the night before going to his bunk. It was snowing thick and fast. "'Tis well to-morrow's Sunday," he remarked. "The's nasty weather comin'."
We won't have to do any washing on the way, will we?" "I don't see how we can," Rebecca broke in. "The's not a blessed tub on the hull machine." "No, no," said Droop, reassuringly. "We'll make a bee-line for the pole, an' we'll go 'bout three times as fast as a lightnin' express train. We'd ought to reach there in about twenty-four hours, I guess.
I didn't myself at first. Well here. Ye see ye know " He paused and swallowed hard, gazing at the ceiling for inspiration. Then he burst out suddenly: "Ye know the graphophone an' the kodak and the biograph an' all them things what ye can see down to Keene?" Rebecca nodded slowly, with suspicion still in her eye. "Well, the's a heap o' things ben invented since the Centennial of 1876.
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