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She told me once, years ago, when I was stoppin' to tea with her an' we were havin' it real friendly, that she should leave me her Britannia tea-set, but I ain't got it in writin', and I can't say she's ever referred to the matter since. It ain't as if I had a home o' my own to keep it in, but I should have thought a great deal of it for her sake," and the speaker's voice faltered.
'These Gallic turns o' speech' which, 'tween you an' me, I'd always thought o' Gallic as a kind of acid 'these Gallic turns o' speech, says he, 'be engagin' the attention of learned men to such an extent that I think o' writin' a paper upon 'em myself, says he, 'for the Royal Institution o' Cornwall at their next Summer Meetin'. . . . I was considerably flattered, as you may well understand. . . . But that brings me back to my point.
Before I'd got far as thinking of Billy at all right after Edgeford, when my head was just a whirl of joy Jessamine says to me one day, 'Read that. It was Governor Barker writin' to her about her brother and her sorrow." Lin paused. "And about me. I can't never tell you but he said a heap I didn't deserve.
The old woman nodded, and a reflection of her smile twinkled in her husband's eyes as he gazed over at the little figure opposite him. "Wal," said Rube, expansively, "it ain't fer me to tell you, Ma, but we've got our dooty. Guess I ain't a heap at writin' fancy notions, but mebbe I ken help some. Y' see it's you an' me.
"Brother Ridley is good, no doubt, and it is right to go and hear him I hain't disputed that but when he tries to bring our thoughts to the Lord, he has to do it through his own work, his writin', which he did himself with a steel pen.
"Neither have I and I ain't no hand to read writin' nohow," said his neighbor, honestly. "Here, young lady," to Nan. "Your eyes is better than ourn; you read it out to us." Nan did as she was asked, standing beside Mrs. Morton's chair the while with a hand upon her shoulder: "'Dear Maw and Paw: "'Celia and me have gone to the city and we are going to get jobs with the movies.
Sullivan; I don't believe your memory would hold you to a bargain that long, seeing that it would be in the family, especially." "I'll give Joan back her flock, to run it like she was runnin' it, and I'll put it in writin' with you both. Two years, we'll say, John two short easy years." "No." "Don't you throw away your chances now, John, don't you do it, lad.
I begged an' prayed them to let me go back an' bid her good-bye, an' swore I would return, but they only laughed at me, so I was obliged to write her a letter to keep her mind easy. Of all the jobs I ever did have, the writin' of that letter was the wust.
They're about somewhere with their aunt Kate. An' how an' all are you, Henry?" "I'm very well, Sheila." "You're lookin' gran'. I hear you write books, but I never read noan of them!" "Would you like to read them?" he asked. "I would, fine. Dear, oh, I often wonder how anybody can write books. I never was no hand at writin' anything, not even a letter.
Me pals selected him animus for poet, seein' as how I just writ things nacheral; no high-fluted stuff like him. Why, say, pardner, I believe in writin' from the ground up, so folks can understand. Why, this country is sufferin' full of guys tryin' to pull all the G strings out of a harp to onct when they ought to be practicin' scales on a mouth-organ.
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