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"Uncle Jed," she said, "this is my Uncle Charlie. He's been away and he's come back and he's going to work here always and live in the bank. No, I mean he's going to work in the bank always and live No, I don't, but you know what I do mean, don't you, Uncle Jed?" Charles Phillips smiled. "If he does he must be a mind-reader, Babbie," he said.
His horse went off easily enough, but Babbie's balked and then reared, and Betty's lay down first and then kicked viciously, when she and Babbie between them had succeeded in getting him to stand up. Finally Madeline broke her crop in getting him over the side, and when Black Beauty had also been sent ashore the ferry lurched a little and floated.
It was dry, choked with broom and stones, and broken rusty pans, but we sat down where Babbie and Gavin had talked, and I stirred up many memories. Probably two of those pans, that could be broken in the hands to-day like shortbread, were Nanny's, and almost certainly the stones are fragments from the great slab that used to cover the well.
All her life, strength had been her idol, and the weakness that bent to her cajolery her scorn. But only now was it revealed to her that strength, instead of being the lusty child of passions, grows by grappling with and throwing them. So Babbie loved the little minister for the best that she had ever seen in man.
For a time the horse feared the darkness in front more than the lash behind; but when the rains became terrific, it rushed ahead wildly probably with its eyes shut. In three minutes Babbie went through all the degrees of fear.
"Ladies, behold the preceptress of the Kankakee Academy. Father telegraphed me yesterday that I've got the place, and I hereby solemnly promise to buy a respectable suit-case out of my first month's salary." "Oh, you haven't any of you gone yet, have you?" asked Babbie Hildreth, hurrying up with Eleanor and Madeline.
But maybe we might get the same good or more in a different way. . . . Hum! . . . What er brand of automobile is yours?" The major told him. Jed nodded. "Hum . . . yes," he drawled. "I see. . . . I see." Grover laughed. "I'll be hanged if I do!" he observed. "Eh! . . . Well, I tell you; you sit down and let Babbie talk Petunia to you a minute or two. I'll be right back."
I was just going to say, when I interrupted myself to remark upon the extraordinary absence of a presiding officer" Babe coughed and dropped her presidential manner abruptly "I was going to say that I'm all for a stuffed turtle, like those we got in Nassau. I think a ripping big one would be the very thing." "Babe!" said Babbie scornfully.
When he turned in the pulpit to Ezra, where he had left the large Bible open in the summer-seat, he found this scrawled across chapter eight: "I will never tell who flung the clod at Captain Halliwell. But why did you fling it? I will never tell that you allowed me to be called Mrs. Dishart before witnesses. But is not this a Scotch marriage? Signed, Babbie the Egyptian."
As for me," said Barbara, "my only consolation is that nearly every family has one of me, and some have more a nice- looking, well-liked, well-dressed young woman, who has cost her parents an enormous amount of money, to get nowhere!" "Why, Lady Babbie!" Julie protested. "It's not like you to talk so!" Barbara patted the hand that had been laid upon her knee, and laughed.
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