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"You must send me some of the cake, Mr. Bickford." "Just wait, Joe. The thing ain't got to that yet. I tell you, Joe, I shall be somebody when I get home to Pumpkin Hollow with that pile of money. The boys'll begin to look up to me then. I can't hardly believe it's all true. Maybe I'm dreamin' it. Jest pinch my arm, will you?" Joe complied with his request. "That'll do, Joe.
While the others were getting the tent ready Moise was busy making his fire and getting some long willow wands, which he now was making into a sort of frame. "What's that for, Moise?" asked Jesse. "That's for dry those feesh you boys'll got this morning. Fine big trouts, three, four poun', an' fat. I'll fix heem two, three, days so he'll keep all right."
"Indeed we will, jist as soon as we can get them to settle down a bit. An' Jake says the boys'll help him in the mill, an' the girls'll help me in the house, an' we'll get along somehow." "Well," said Mrs. Munn, rising, and forestalling any further discussion, "there's no use talkin' about things, anyhow; that does more harm than good." The company arose and drifted toward the door.
"Mother won't be expecting us so soon, and our cook's gone out for the day. Annie knows something." "She can help me, then. Those Hart boys'll die if they're not fed pretty soon. Look at Fuz. Why, he can't keep his mouth shut." Joe and his brother seemed to know as if by instinct that the dinner question was under discussion, and they were soon taking at least their share of the talk.
"Well, it might have been. Some of the boys made a set on that little colored chap. Mean thing to do. I'd ha' stopped it myself; but that Kinzer boy, and the other two that board with Mrs. Myers, they cleared it all up in no time." "No fighting, I hope?" "Well, no; but I tell you what, doctor, the rest of the boys'll let that nigger alone. His friends can box." "Ah, yes! I understand.
We rented it for a year from that Goya Ciro. She's gone back East. How she ever made good in pictures I don't know, and her face like a hot-water bag for expression. Lyddy's going to build next year. They're drawin' up the plans now. The Place'll be nothin' compared to it when it's finished. Put on your hat. The boys'll see to your stuff here." "I can't. I couldn't.
I'm Kingdon Maynard, and this is my sister Marjorie. You fellows took our wood, and now you're going to return it. Is that right?" "Right-o!" said Tom. "Come on, fellows." The three boys flew at it, and King and Midget sat on the sand and watched them till the wood was restored to its original position. "All right," said King; "you boys'll do. Now, come on and roast potatoes with us."
"A rope necktie ain't a-goin' to hurt no one as long as he keeps his heft off'n it. As I was goin' on to say, we'll run him up this coulee an' a while later the boys'll ride back to town in the same semmey-serious mood that accompanies such similar enterprises. They won't do no talkin' an' they won't need to.
"That's just what'll block the game, I'm afraid. I don't want to, either. None of the boys'll want to. It'll mean going up there and baching, six or seven months of the year, by our high lonesomes. We'll have to fulfill the requirements, if we start in because them pilgrims'll be standing around like dogs at a picnic, waiting for something to drop so they can grab it and run.
"Do," said Courtrey, and swung away around the wall of the house. There were no more artless songs that day at Last's Holding. Anita was awake and peering with dim eyes when Tharon came in from the door sill. "Mi querida," she asked, "what happened?" "Nothing," said the girl, "it's time to begin supper. Th' boys'll soon be comin' in."
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