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Updated: May 11, 2025
What made y' think that?" "Well, y' ain't told us nawfliln' 'tall about it. An' yeb kind o' look 'sif yeh was mad." "Well, Lain't mad; I'm jest a-thinkin', Tukey. Y'see, I come away from them hills when I was a little glrl a'most; before I married y'r grandad. And I ain't never been back.
But as I stood a-thinkin' of this, the sun come out from under a cloud and lit up the caravels with its golden light, and lay on the water like a long, shinin' path leadin' into glory. And a light breeze stirred the white sails of the Santa Maria, some as though it wuz a-goin' to set sail agin. And the shadders almost seemed alive that lay on the narrer deck.
Dickey said impatiently, "We're all ready, Uncle Jabez. Why don't you fire away, so's to be through by ten o'clock?" "I was a-thinkin' which one I'd best tell him," said Uncle Jabez mildly. "They're all convincin' to a mind that's open to convincement, but I'd like to pick out the one that's most so." "There's the one about Alviry Pratt's grandfather," suggested Mr. Crumlish encouragingly.
That's what I've been a-thinkin'," said the Captain. "There are Children's Aids, Travellers' Aids and all sorts of legal aids for just such purposes," said Margaret, "and if we bring anything confidential to the secretary at our headquarters, you may rest assured it will be placed where it belongs." "Now, isn't that fine!" exclaimed the old sailor.
She was wondering if Love had entered into some conspiracy with Fate to-day to keep this beloved name ever in her ears. "What about me and Mr. Googe?" She spoke in a low tone, her face was turned away from the old man to the meadows and the sheds in the distance. "I was a-thinkin' of this time fourteen year ago this very month.
'Oh, I've passed a miserable night, said Mrs. Jenny, in unconscious quotation from her favourite poet. 'I couldn't sleep a-thinkin' o' Julia. 'Well, then, you do look poorly, said her hostess, with all her motherly heart warmed by this solicitude for her daughter. 'Why, theer's no cause to fret i' that way.
Mebbe yer doesn't jist feel like reskin' it?" "How about your wife and children, Sammy?" I asked. "There is no one depending on me." He took a long look, quietly gauging the possibilities. "I'm a-thinkin' we's like to make it all right," he finally told me. "And what about you and the little boy, Frenchy?" I asked the other man. "Me go orright," he answered. "Me see heem baby again."
"Law, law," he mused; "'the horrible pit an' the miry clay. What a sufferin' pity it is we pore sinners cayn't dance a little now and ag'in 'thout havin' to walk right up and pay the fiddler! Tom-Jeff, there, now, he's a-thinkin' the price is toler'ble high; and I don't know but it is I don't know but what it is."
"I like ye weel enoo', Jennie, though I canna say how long the feeling may bide wi' me; an' I'm kind enoo' when I hae my ain way, an' naethin' happens to put me oot. But I hae the deevil's ain temper, as my mither call tell ye, an' like my puir fayther, I'm a-thinkin', I'll grow nae better as I grow mair auld." "Ay, but ye're sair hard upon yersel', Davie. Ye're an honest lad.
"It's real affectin'," said Miss Ruey, "I can't all the while help a-thinkin' of the Psalm, "'So fades the lovely blooming flower, Frail, smiling solace of an hour; So quick our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die."
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