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And I left a neighbour's gate open on purpose so the stock got into his cornfield, but I ain't a bad man naturally, and this is the first real crookedness I ever done intentionally. Lord," he pleaded, "hear my humble prayer and send somebody!" At the top of the well Wallie had his suspicions verified. So Canby had laid one more straw on the camel's back to break it!
"Looks as if you would have had your teeth fixed," Wallie retorted. "It's been nearly a year since that horse kicked them out." "What would I go wastin' money like that for?" Pinkey demanded. "They're front ones I don't need 'em to eat." "You'd look better," Wallie argued. "What do I care how I look!
They rode close enough to hear Canby cursing as he whipped. "Look at him punish the poor brute! See him use that quirt and cut him with his spurs! Say, that makes me sick to see a good horse abused!" Pinkey cried, indignantly. Wallie said nothing but watched with hard, narrowed eyes. "I s'pose I'd oughta yell and warn him," finally Pinkey said, reluctantly.
Hicks in his place," as Mrs. Stott had phrased it, but Wallie had no desire to nerve himself twice for the same ordeal; therefore, with something of the desperate courage which comes to high-strung persons about to have a tooth extracted, Wallie advanced and inquired cordially: "Well, Mr. Hicks, how are things coming?" "I am not complaining," replied Mr.
"I guess I've known it for quite a while," he said at last. "I didn't want to believe it, so I wouldn't. Are you engaged to him?" "Yes. It's not to be known just yet, Wallie." "He's a good fellow," he said, after rather a long silence. "Not that that makes it easier," he added with a twisted smile. Then, boyishly and unexpectedly he said, "Oh, my God!"
Among his accoutrements was a flashlight, and with this and a lard can Wallie stood for a moment speculating as to whether the cow had any preference as to the side she was milked on. He could not see that it would make any material difference, so he sat down on his heel on the side nearest and turned his flashlight on the spot where he wished to operate.
Not one of them wore overalls or apron. Out again with their bundles and boxes of food very small bundles. Very tiny boxes. They ate ravenously the bread and sausage and drank their beer in great gulps. Fifteen minutes after the whistle had blown the last crumb had vanished. "Now, then," said Wallie, and guided Hahn nearer. He looked toward Mizzi. Everyone looked toward her.
Canby was considerably farther off than Wallie, in the beginning, but the racing blood in the former's horse's veins responded gallantly to the urge of its rider. It stretched out and laid down to its work like a hare with the hounds behind it, quickly equalizing the distance. Aunt Lizzie was poking at a rock with her toe when she looked up suddenly and saw her danger.
Standing inside the door of the boudoir, her thoughts already at work on draperies and furniture, she had a vague dream of new young life stirring in the big house, of no more lonely evenings, of the bustle and activity of a family again. She wanted Wallie to settle down.
"Wallie!" she said, "do you think that can possibly be Uncle John?" "No!" answered Neale sharply, "I don't! I don't believe it possible that he would be so foolish as to lean over a rotten bit of walling like that he'd know the danger of it." "Then it must be the other man Hollis!" said Betty. "Maybe," agreed Neale. "If it is "
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