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"He has his busy times," said Mose, grinning broadly. "See you've got the boys with their backs up, Chester," said Bijah. "Some of us are sick of tyranny," cried Chester; "you kin tell that to Jethro Bass when you go back, if he's got time to listen to you buyin' and sellin' out of railroads."
"O Lor', Mercy! Is thet the house?" Then, stepping back a few steps, shoving her spectacles high on her nose, and with her head well thrown back, she took a survey of the building in silence. Then she turned slowly around, and, facing Mercy, said in a droll, dry way, not uncommon with her, "'Bijah Jenkins's barn!" Mercy laughed outright. "So it is, mother. I hadn't thought of it.
One extremity of the island was in the vicinity of Grandma Potter's, and Benny passed a good many days of his vacation at Grandma's. One day Benny said to 'Bijah, "Now you can make that wigwam, can't you, 'Bijah? You said you would when the hay was all in, and it is all in, ain't it? Le's make it to-day over there in the woods, on the island.
The Honorable Heth Sutton drove over from Clovelly attended by his prime minister, Mr. Bijah Bixby. The Honorable Heth did not attempt to conceal the smile with which he went away, and he stopped at the store long enough to enable Rias to produce certain refreshments from depths unknown to the United States Internal Revenue authorities. Mr.
The noise in the corridors grew louder, some one dealt a smashing kick on a panel, and Wetherell ventured to ask Mr. Bixby if he thought the doors would hold. "They can break in all they've a mind to now," he chuckled; "the Truro Franchise is safe." "What do you mean?" Wetherell demanded excitedly. "If a member hain't present when a question is put, he can't git into a roll-call," said Bijah.
"This money is yours," cried Wetherell, so loudly that Bijah started and glanced at the front of the store. "Guess you made some mistake," he said, staring at the storekeeper with such amazing innocence that he began to doubt his senses, and clutched the bill to see if it was real. "But I had no money in my pocket," said Wetherell, perplexedly.
Briggs, when she saw 'Bijah come the second time, "he hasn't come? You haven't found him? O, my boy, my boy!" "O, now, Mis' Briggs, don't you go to worry about Benny," said 'Bijah. "I never see a boy 't knew how to take care of himself better'n Benny. He'll turn up all right, you'll see." But in spite of his apparent cheerfulness, 'Bijah was a good deal troubled himself.
And then, gaining, indignation, "Take this to the man who sent you, and give it back to him." But Bijah merely whispered caressingly in his ear, "Nobody sent me, you understand, nobody sent me," and was gone. Wetherell stood for a moment, dazed by the man's audacity, and then, hurrying to the front stoop, the money still in his hand, he perceived Mr.
Bijah as he will not hesitate to tell you took Heth down in his pocket to the Legislature, and has more than once delivered him, in certain blocks of five and ten, and four and twenty, for certain considerations. The ancient Song of Sixpence applies to Bijah, but his pocket was generally full of proxies instead of rye, and the Honorable Heth was frequently one of the four and twenty blackbirds.
Bijah Bixby gazed with pardonable pleasure. "Guess there wahn't a mite of trouble about the river towns," he said, "I had 'em in my pocket. Will, let's amble round to the theatre. We ought to git in two acts." William Wetherell went. There is no need to go into the psychology of the matter.
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