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Cross Moore, run in to borry my heavy flat-iron, an' she tol' me about the stolen money. Ain't it awful?" "I I hope Nelson will let me speak to him, Mrs. Beaseley," stammered Janice, finding it very difficult now to keep her tears back. "You go right along the hall and knock at his door," whispered Mrs. Beaseley, hoarsely.
Tisbett, setting the carpet bag, that seemed in danger of bursting, so full was it packed, on one of the seats. "I hain't never broke any o' my passengers' belongings yet, and I'm too old to begin to-day." To which Mrs. Beaseley deigned no reply, only to say, "You put 'em all in, and I'll get in last." So Mr.
"I don't know about there being anything much better than farming if one has a taste for it," said Janice cheerfully. "But an educated man a teacher!" groaned Mrs. Beaseley. "An' I felt like he was my own son 'specially since Cross Moore and them others been houndin' him about that money.
Nelson, who had come back to town and again taken up his abode with the overjoyed Mrs. Beaseley while he prepared for the opening of the school, urged Janice not to go so often to the Narnay cottage. "You've enough on your heart and mind, dear girl," he said to her. "Why burden yourself with other people's troubles?"
Tisbett put in the bandbox and a smaller box, and one two or three sizes larger, and the rest of the bags and the two baskets, and a bundle. Then he picked up the birdcage. "You let that be!" screamed Mrs. Beaseley. "I'm a-goin' to take that in my hand; you'll scare that bird to death." "You get in and set down, and I'll hand it in to you," said Mr. Tisbett. "I ain't a-goin' to scare your bird.
And I know he must appreciate what you have already done for him." "Wish't 'twas more! Wish't 'twas more!" sobbed Mrs. Beaseley. "But he'll come back ter me nex' Fall. I know! When he goes ter teachin' ag'in, he must come here to live." "Oh, Mrs. Beaseley! do you think they will let Nelson teach again in the Polktown school?" cried the girl. "My mercy me!
My father was lying dead before my eyes.... I perceived that my mother was helpless and that things must be done. "Mother!" I said, "we must get Doctor Beaseley, and carry him indoors." My formal education began in a small preparatory school in Bromstead. I went there as a day boy.
Beaseley?" asked Janice, who had some difficulty at times in following the good woman's line of talk. "Why Mr. Nelson Haley. I did make him leave his books here, and ev'rything he warn't goin' ter use out there at the elder's. And I'm going to keep them two rooms jest as he had 'em, and he shell come back here whenever he likes. Money! What d' I keer whether he pays me money or not?
And he slapped his thigh with his brawny hand, and burst out into a hearty laugh that seemed to echo on every side, as the stage-coach spun along. "I sh'd think you'd laugh," exclaimed Mrs. Beaseley, in withering scorn, inside the vehicle, "when I've smashed my best bonnet, and shook that bird to death like enough he'll die and tromped all up the front breadth to my dress."
Beaseley insisting that she ought to pay but half price, considering all things, and with very black looks, when Mr. Tisbett coolly waited till every cent was in his palm. The little thin man skipped nimbly out of the coach, and, with a backward alarmed look at her, hurried to get into a wagon waiting a little distance off, in which Mr. Tisbett deposited the hair trunk.
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