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Mary Ann can't tell me that the Widder Petrie started this idea. It was that Day gal, as sure as aigs is aigs!" and Walky nodded a solemn agreement. There was more to it, however, than the giving notice to the people of Poketown that they had a chance to get rid of the collection of rubbish every family finds in cellar, shed, and yard in the spring. People in general had to be stirred up about it.
The committee got over that ignominious graduation day as well as possible. Mr. Middler did all he could to make it a success, and he made a very nice speech to the pupils and their parents. The minister could not be held responsible in any particular for the failure of the school. Of all the committee, he had had nothing to do with Nelson Haley's resignation. As Walky Dexter said, Mr.
See how Walky Dexter was to-night." "Yep." "Everything that's gone wrong lately is the fault of Lem Parraday's bar." "Huh! I wonder?" questioned Marty. "Guess Nelse Haley won't lay his trouble to liquor drinking." "No? I wonder " "Here's the library building, Janice," interrupted the boy. "Want me to go any further with you?" "No, dear," she said, taking the bag from him.
Or, perhaps he was less patient than usual with Josephus. "Git around there, Josephus!" the expressman shouted. "Back! Back! I tell ye! Consarn yer hide!" He yanked on the bit and Josephus' heavy hoofs clattered on the resounding planks. The wagon was heavily laden; and when it began to run backward, with Walky jerking on the reins, it could not easily be stopped.
Ye see, they couldn't find that fault with 'Rill Scattergood." "But I venture to say that they did when she first came to Poketown to teach," cried Janice. "Oh, say! I sh'd say they did," agreed Walky, with a retrospective rolling of his head. "An' she was a purty young gal, then, too. There was more on us than Hopewell Drugg arter 'Rill in them days yes, sir-ree!"
"Yeou might as well try ter raffle off a white elephant." "Pshaw! of course not. But a fine fiddle like that a real Cremona will bring a pretty penny in the city. There, Walky, roll that barrel right into this corner behind the bar. I'll have to put a spigot in it soon. Might's well do it now. 'Tis the real Simon-pure article, Walky. Have a snifter?" "On the haouse?" queried Walky, briskly.
If they don't put nobody else up for committeemen, I'll vote for the taown pump!" "Ya-as, Walky," said Uncle Jason, slily. "That'd be likely, I reckon. I hear ye air purty firmly seated on the water wagon." Mr. Cross Moore was not a man who easily or frequently recanted before either public or private opinion.
Lem yelled loud enough to be heard a block: "Not that barrel, Marm! For the good Land o' Goshen! don't bust in that barrel." "Why not?" demanded his breathless wife, the axe poised for the stroke. "Cause it's merlasses! If ye bust thet in, ye will hev a mess here, an' no mistake." "Jefers-pelters!" chuckled Walky Dexter, telling of it afterward, "I come away then an' left 'em erlone.
Haley seemed to have made a good impression upon the three old dry-as-dust committeemen, especially on old Elder Concannon, the superannuated minister who had lived in Poketown for fifty years, although he had not preached at the Union Church, saving on special occasion, for two decades. "The Elder says he thinks this Haley'll do," said Marty, with a grin. "I heard him tell Walky Dexter so.
And on completing the demand he turned sharply and stared with his blinking, red eyes directly at Nelson Haley. "Why why why " stammered Hopewell Drugg, and could say no more. The others had noted Massey's accusing glance at the schoolmaster; but not even Walky Dexter commented upon it at the moment. "Come, Hopewell!" exclaimed the druggist; "where did you get it?"
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