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Updated: June 10, 2025
The Brays had always managed to keep one or two peach-trees alive in their corner of a garden. "I've been keeping this preserve for a treat," said her friend. "I'm glad to have you eat some, 'Becca. Last summer I often wished you was home an' could come an' see us, 'stead o' being away off to Plainfields." The crackers did not taste too dry.
I'd hev to be as poor as a kirk louse afore I'd turn my back on a motherless lad as is nigh to death's door." "Don't say that, father," whimpered Liza. "Nay, Mattha, nay, man," cried 'Becca, "it's nought of that. It's my life that's in danger." "Shaf! that 'at is nowt is nivver in danger. Whear's the plague as wad think it worth while to bodder wid a skinflint like thee?
I cannot possibly tell you what Bill and 'Becca said when they found that the giant had gone. For one thing, I do not know. Cyril had once pointed out that ordinary life is full of occasions on which a wish would be most useful.
Verily the first house appointed unto men to worship in was that which is in Becca; blessed, and a direction to all creatures. Therein are manifest signs: the place where Abraham stood; and whoever entereth therein, shall be safe.
"He lodges with 'Becca Rudd; let's be off," said Liza, clambering into the cart by the step at the shaft. "Come up, father; quick!" "What, Bobbie, Bobbie, but this is bad wark, bad wark," said Mattha, when seated in the wagon. "Hod thy tail in the watter, lad, and there's hope for thee yit." With this figurative expression Mattha settled himself for the drive. Rotha turned to Reuben Thwaite.
I've always heard the saying, 'What's everybody's business is nobody's business, an' I've come to believe it." "Now, don't you, 'Becca. You've happened on a kind of a poor time with us, but we've got more belongings than you see here, an' a good large cluset, where we can store those things there ain't room to have about. You an' Miss Trimble have happened on a kind of poor day, you know.
He was cross-examined, with considerable tact and much severity by C. Fox Faddle, Esq.; but he stood the trial with remarkable composure and consistency, making no variation of the facts testified, although he gave them in different connections and words. 'Becca Ann Teezle was next introduced.
"Miss 'Becca can't ride de ole mare tid-day, 'cause she 'way down in de pasture, an' anybody can't ketch um in tree hour time; an' you can't ride de mule, Miss Jane, 'cause you ma done tell me I must tek good care o' you an' de house w'ile she gone, an' I ain't gwine let you broke you' neck or you' arm not tid-day."
'Cos I'm a lamb, I am and I don't deceive you. 'I'm not afraid of anyone's beating ME, said Robert, looking down on the 'lamb'. Robert was crouched on his knees, because the tent was not big enough for him to stand upright in, but even in that position he could still look down on most people. 'But I'm awfully hungry I wish you'd get me something to eat. 'Here, 'Becca, said the hoarse Bill.
"'And as to Willy Ray, says I to 'Becca," continued the loquacious churner, without noticing the question, " it isn't true as Rotha would put herself in his way; but she's full his match, and you can't show me one that is nigher his equal." Rotha's confusion was increasing every minute.
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