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Updated: May 29, 2025
I know what I'm talkin' about, and I tell you that Ridout and Jake Botcher and Brush Bascom haven't any more notion of lettin' your bills out of committee than they have Gaylord's. Why? Because they've got orders not to." "You're making some serious charges, Mr. Tooting," said Mr. Crewe. "And what's more, I can prove 'em.
"How is the Duke of Putnam this morning?" he would ask of the gentleman of whom the Ripton Record would frequently make the following announcement: "Among the prominent residents of Putnam County in town this week was the Honourable Brush Bascom."
I couldn't turn him out. And you wouldn't, you " She was interrupted. From beneath the Daisy M.'s keel came a long, scraping noise. The little schooner shook, and then lay still. The waves, no longer large, slapped her sides. Mrs. Bascom, startled, uttered a little scream. Bennie D., knocked to his knees, roared in fright. Seth alone was calm.
Johnston might bring the baby up as her own. Then they can name it Virginia Bascom Johnston, you see." Virginia bit her lip, but she managed to control her temper as she exclaimed quite cheerfully: "Mrs. Burke, you are so very kind. You are always helping somebody out of a scrape." "Don't overpraise me, Virginia. My head's easily turned.
General Doby creased a little in the middle, to signify that he was bowing. "I trust it will be in my power to reciprocate, Mr. Crewe," he replied. "We want to treat Mr. Crewe right," Mr. Bascom put in. "You have probably made a note of my requests," Mr. Crewe continued. "I should like to be on the Judiciary Committee, for one thing.
He used to be so jolly and good-humored, except when female picnickers came. Now he is as solemn as an owl. When he went away he scarcely spoke a word. I thought he seemed to be in trouble, but when I asked him, he shut me up so promptly that I didn't press the matter." "Did he? That's odd. Mrs. Bascom seemed to be in trouble, too.
Grandma Bascom!" screamed Polly. "Ben Ben wake up! Mamsie! Fire fire!" she called. She could hear Ben spring out of bed, and Mrs. Pepper was in the kitchen in a minute, and Joel and David were tumbling downstairs at Ben's heels, and they all threw on their clothes and rushed out of doors. But it wasn't Grandma Bascom's.
"Grandma Bascom," wasn't really the children's grandmother; only everybody in the village called her so by courtesy. Her cottage was over across the lane, and just a bit around the corner; and Polly flew along and up to the door, fully knowing that now she would be helped out of her difficulty.
"It looks that way to me," said Mr. Jane. "It looks that way to Doby too, I guess," said Mr. Bascom, with a glance of contempt at the general; "he's lost about fifteen pounds to-day. Did Hilary send you down here?" he demanded. "No," Mr. Jane confessed. "Then go back and chase yourself around the platform some more," was Mr. Bascom's unfeeling advice, "and don't have a fit here.
"Now I'll fix it," said Mrs. Bascom, getting up and taking off her shawl; "there's a few raisins for you, Polly; I don't want 'em, and they'll make your cake go better," and she placed a little parcel on the table as she spoke.
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