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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Everything for the niggers that's right," muttered Tom Extrum bitterly, "and not even a six-months-old newspaper for the likes of us!" "You don't look so werry wicked," said Daisy, taking in the room with a comprehensive glance, and putting an arm around Mr. Bob's neck, as though confident of having at least one friend among the company.
She was smiling, but he had himself in hand again and he was blunt with her. "Bob's bachelor's child now," he said. "He must be trained according to bachelors' ideas. Come, you know it's out of reason to give the youngster any more to-day. Be sensible." They followed him out of the store, Bob's hand held fast in hers.
After all there were plenty of things in the world besides the class play with its unhappy tangle of rivalries and heartburnings. "And what's the use of borrowing trouble?" Betty inquired the next evening of the green lizard. "If you do, you never borrow the right kind." Jean, to be sure, had done a good deal to justify Bob's theory.
A click of Five Bob's jaws and the dough was gone. "Clean into his liver!" said the old man with a faint smile. He washed up the tinware in the water the duff had been boiled in, and then, with the assistance of the dog, yarded the sheep. This accomplished, he took a pick and shovel and an old sack, and started out over the ridge, followed, of course, by his four-legged mate.
Here's some money for his meals." But before his benefactor could withdraw his hand from his pocket, Bob exclaimed: "I have my lunch with me, right here in this box, Mr. Perkins. I'm just as much obliged to you, though." A moment the railroad president hesitated, then realizing from the look on Bob's face that he would give offense should he press his gift, he smiled and said: "All right, son.
Cinch had grown very much interested in Bob's account of this peculiar conversation. As Bob went on he had screwed around in his arm-chair, and had drawn his brow into a reflective knot. "I don't know as I understand what that means, Bob," he observed, cautiously. "It took me a good while to get it through me," replied the manager, "but I think I see what she was driving at.
The man's supreme selfishness gave way, for the moment, to admiration of Bob's gallant deed so immeasurably beyond anything of which he felt himself capable and, genuinely ashamed of himself, for perhaps the first time in his life, he suddenly resolved to do what little in him lay to be useful.
He had been gone a couple of hours, when Mark, who was at work within the crater, picking up the encrusted ashes that formed its surface, heard Bob's shout outside, as if he wished assistance. Throwing down the pick, our young man ran out, and was not a little surprised to see the sort of cargo with which Bob was returning to port.
"Well, Bob, I don't want your Uncle Joe to get married again soon," laughed his new aunt, "but it does seem to have been lucky for him this time, for you've certainly got more plowing done while he was away getting married than he'd have gotten if he stayed at home," as, much to Bob's embarrassment, she suddenly bent over and kissed him.
Dinner was quite different to anything Bob's wife had ever experienced, and if the afternoon had been embarrassing to her the evening was a trial. As the cocktails were served, Harden Fennell distinguished himself by losing his balance and falling backward, to the great amusement of his guests.
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