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When we came back, 'hook an' line', for another vacation, the fields were aglow with colour, and the roads where Dr Bigsby had felt the sting of death that winter day were now over drifted with meadow-music and the smell of clover. I had creditably taken examination for college, where I was to begin my course in the fall, with a scholarship.
"He said that her son had given him a core of his apple when they were boys together. Dan'l ez mighty thoughtful o' folks that was kind to him in them days." "Is that all?" said Lummox, astonished. "Well I've kinder thought suthin' else," said Mrs. Bigsby hesitatingly. "What?"
"Are you Horace Bigsby's cub?" Bixby being usually pronounced "Bigsby" in river parlance. Sam answered politely enough that he was, and Brown proceeded to comment on the "style" of his clothes and other personal matters. He had made an effort to please Brown, but it was no use. Brown was never satisfied. At a moment when Sam was steering, Brown, sitting on the bench, would shout: "Here!
Elizabeth Brower was up early in the morning and called Uncle Eb, who went away for the doctor as soon as light came. We ate our breakfast in silence. Father and mother and Grandma Bisnette spoke only in low tones and somehow the anxiety in their faces went to my heart. Uncle Eb returned about eight o'clock and said the doctor was coming. Old Doctor Bigsby was a very great man in that country.
It was yaller, with mane and tail a kinder golden, like the hair o' them British Blondes that was here in the Variety Show." "Dan'l!" exclaimed Mrs. Bigsby, horrified. "And you allowed you never went thar!" "Saw 'em on the posters and mebbe the color was a little brighter thar," said Dan'l carelessly "but who's interruptin' now?" "Go on," said Mrs. Bigsby.
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