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"They tell me as how Depper's wife ain't a-goin' to get over this here sickness she've got," she said, tucking in the edges of the whitey-brown paper upon the half-pound of moist sugar taken from the scales. "The doctor, he ha'n't put a name to her illness, but 'tis one as'll carry her off, he say." "A quarter pound o' butter," Dinah unmovedly said. "The best, please.
Then all at once she laughed, with a flash of white teeth. "I don't see why Johnnie ain't a mighty fine name for a gal," she said. "I vow I'm a-goin' to name her Johnnie!" And so this one of the tribe of borrowing Passmores wore her own clothing from the first. No borrowed garment touched her.
Judge Fulsom and the minister had moved still further away. Fanny, with some alarm, felt herself alone. "I don't think Miss Orr meant to be deceitful," she said nervously. "Well, o' course, if she's a-goin' t' be in th' family, it's natural you sh'd think so," said Lois Daggett, sniffing loudly. Fanny did not answer. "I sh'd hope she an' Jim was engaged," proclaimed Miss Daggett.
Joan did not fault, but a merciful unclamping of muscle-bound rigidity closed her eyes. "Gul!" yelled Blicky, with passion. "I ain't a-goin' to let you kill this kid! There's no sense in it. We're spotted back in Alder Creek.... Run, kid! Run!" Then Joan opened her eyes to see the surly Gulden's arm held by Blicky, and the youth running blindly down the road. Joan's relief and joy were tremendous.
"Air you a-goin' to have me cashiered and shot, Lieutenant Boggs, fer violatin' the ticktacks of war?" roared the captain, indignantly. "Don't you know that I've got to impress that heifer accordin' to the rules an' regulations? Git roun' that heifer." The men surrounded her. "Take her by the horns. Now!
One-Eye insisted, for the longshoreman had not replied to the question. "Let's don't lose no time! I'm a-goin' t' hand y' a con-vul-sion! That's it! A con-vul-sion! I'm goin' t' pull the last, livin' kink outen y'! Two shakes o' a lamb's tail, and I'll show y' a civy-lized massacree! Yip-yip-yip-yee-ow!" "Goin' t' wipe me out, eh? Goin' t' put me t' bed?" Barber laid down his pipe.
She stood squarely before the old man, lifting her tender blue eyes to his. "Wal an' what are you a-goin' to do about it?" "I can't do overly much, Mr. Spooner, but fer a little girl I'm rich. The dry year ain't hurt me any yet. I've three dollars and sixty cents of my own." One hand had remained tightly clenched. Sissy opened it.
Santa Claus don't mind this kind of weather. He lives up at the North Pole, so folks say." "Yes. Won't the chimney soot all stick to him when he's wet? He'll be a sight, won't he?" "Perhaps so, but he won't mind that, either. Now, you go to bed, Georgie, like a good boy." "I'm a-goin'. Say, Aunt Thankful, will the soot come all off on my presents?"
"I tell you, I ain't a-goin' to make no speech," wailed old Filbury. "I've got work to do. You lemme go." "Sam," whispered Tom, catching his brother, by the arm, "what's the matter with giving William Philander a ride with old Filbury?" "Just the cheese, Tom!" returned the young Rover. "But how can we do it?" The matter was talked over for a short minute, and Spud and Bob were called in to aid.
"Athens or Rome, London or Paris, Oldtown or Holmes's Hole, Mysie," murmured Caleb, as their driver stopped to reply to the driver of "a team," who was anxious to know when he was "a-goin' to butcher agin." Edgartown proved to be a pretty little seaside town, with some handsome wooden houses, a little bank, and a very nice tavern, at which the travellers received very satisfactory entertainment.
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