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"Theer's them as pets the back to humble the belly, and theer's them as pets the belly to humble the back," he said, rubbing his bristly chin on a rung of the ladder as he spoke. "What soort o' comfort is theer in a laced wescut, if a man's got nothing to stretch it out with?" "Well, well, Joseph," returned the earl, "sixpence a day is a great deal of money.

"I knew you'd get spots on it, ke-whack, throwing it on the ground that way." Poor Bobby was too much mystified by this confusion between the gold key and the yellow vest, or "wescut," as they call it on the Indian Kaintuck, to say anything. "Now, my white coat, put that back, ke-whack," said the fly-up-the-creek fairy. "I can't go to the party in my shirt sleeves, ke-whack."

"Put my yellow waistcoat back where you got it, ke-whack!" said the stake-driver, shivering. "It's cold in here, and how shall I go to the party without it, ke-whack!" "Your yaller wescut?" said Bob. "I haint got no wescut, ke-whack or no ke-whack." "You must put that away!" said the fly-up-the-creek, pecking his long nose at the gold key. "Ke-whack! ke-whack!"

"And yet I don't know that I can. I don't know that I have a right to explain. I could ask Ruth's advice. It's hard to know what to do in such a case." "Theer's no such thing as a straight wescut i' the house, worse luck," said Fuller. "Theer is a clothesline, if that 'ud serve as well." "May I see Miss Ruth, sir?" asked Reuben. "I'll tell you all about it if I can.

"Oh!" said Towpate, "why didn't you say so?" Then he tossed the gold key down on the ground, where he had found the iron one, but the key stood straight up, waving itself to and fro, while Bobby came out with his drawling: "Well, I never!" "Pick it up! Pick it up! Ke-whack! You've pitched my yellow waistcoat into the dirt, ke-whack, ke-whack!" "Oh! You call that a wescut, do you. Well, I never!"

The united efforts of wife and children had failed to persuade him to make any farther change in his attire; to all their arguments on this head he had replied, 'Them as doesn't like t' see me i' my work-a-day wescut and breeches may bide away. It was the longest sentence he said that day, but he repeated it several times over.

The united efforts of wife and children had failed to persuade him to make any farther change in his attire; to all their arguments on this head he had replied, 'Them as doesn't like t' see me i' my work-a-day wescut and breeches may bide away. It was the longest sentence he said that day, but he repeated it several times over.

Presently he spoke again: "But de papehs is all right, seh. I hilt on to 'um, sho'. Dey dey couldn't git 'um nohow, wid all de smahtniss," he said, with feeble triumph. "Dey's right yeah in my wescut pocket." Then he added, with a sudden change of tone: "But I'd like to go home, Mist' Dunkin; Ailse'll be oneasy 'bout me."

You can go in if you want to." Bobby stood for some time, looking after him as he flew away along the creek, crying "ke-whack, ke-whack, ke-whack!" And Bobby said once again: "Well, I never, in all my born'd days," and then added, "Haint Daddy Longlegs peart? Thinks he's some in his yaller wescut, I 'low."

"There's no disputing in these matters," the older man answered. "I've heard him talked of as a Charley Tann, which I tek to be a kind of humbugging pretender, but 'twas plain to see for a man with a soul behind his wescut as the man was wore to a shadow with his feeling for his music. 'Twas partly the man's own sufferin' and triumphin' as had such a power over me.