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Bean recorded them in his note-book. His shorthand was a marvel of condensed neatness. Breede had had trouble with stenographers; he was not easy to "take." He spoke swiftly, often indistinctly, and it maddened him to be asked to repeat. Bean had never asked him to repeat, and he inserted the a's and the's and all the minor words that Breede could not pause to utter.
"Well, you see, Mis' Slogan, she's tuck a most unaccountable dislike to Lizzie, an' a pusson like well, some do think her trouble has sorter turned 'er brain, an' the's no rail tellin' what quar notion may strike 'er." "Do you think so, Mis' Lithicum?" Mrs. Slogan retained the big smooth shuttle in her hand and eyed the speaker anxiously, her eyelids quivering. "To be downright plain, yes, I do.
The's always fools 'nuff as thinks they'll get rich if they has a chanct t' try their hand doin' somethin' they ain't been doin' before, an' you kin get a crew o' fellers like that easy 'nuff." "I dunno. Maybe I kin an' maybe I can't. Sounds like it's worth tryin' an' I'll think about it."
It can't do ye any harm to jest look at it!" Rebecca dropped her hands into her lap and replied, with a hesitating manner: "I'd like to fust rate it must be an awful queer machine! But I don't get much time fer traipsin' 'round now days." "Why can't ye come right along now?" Droop asked, eagerly. "It's dry as a bone underfoot down in the swamp now. The's ben no rain in a long time."
You're a good reader, as good as I want to hear, and while you may say that you don't put in a great deal of elocution, I guess you can read full well enough. All he wants is just something to keep him occupied, and all she wants is a chance to occupy herself with otha folks. Well, she is moa their own age. I d'know as the's any hahm in her.
He's welcome to drive any team in my barn," said David, feeling in which view Mr. Larrabee shared that encomium was pretty well exhausted in that assertion. "I don't believe," said Mr. Harum after a moment, in which he and his companion reflected upon the gravity of his last declaration, "that the's any dum thing that feller can't do. The last thing 's a piany.
You take that collie over to the truck, and ask his boss to look after him and to see he don't pester us while we're aworkin'. On the way back, stop at the lean-to and catch me that bag of cookin' things I left there. The's just room for 'em, under the seat. Chase!" Woefully, the boy limped off; his hand clinched in the fur of Lad's ruff. The dog, ordinarily, would have resented such familiarity.
"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."
Don't you want to wait here, jest a little while, till I come back? The's a consid'able nice saddle 'n' bridle on a dead boss that's layin' daown there in the road 'n' I guess the' a'n't no use in lettin' on 'em spite, so I'll jest step aout 'n' fetch 'em along.
"That ain't Phoebe," said Rebecca, dejectedly. "Ain't Phoebe!" Droop cried, in amazement. "Why, it's the finest likeness why but it must be yer sister!" "Well, 'tain't. Thet pictur is jest three hundred years old." "Three hundred " he began then very slowly, "Well, now, do tell!" he said. "Phoebe's got the old letter that tells about it. The's a lot of 'em in that little carved-wood box there.
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