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Yep, I'd saved up a few dollars, so I sez what's the sense of me workin' my gizzard out fer somebody else an' all that, when land's so cheap an' life so doggoned short. 'Course, there's a small mortgage on the place, but I c'n take keer of that, I reckon." "Ahem! The mortgage, I fancy, is held by er the other heirs to his property." "You're right.
Two lines of excited onlookers served at once to define a lane, whose ultimate point was the gallows whereon hung the goose, and to rouse to excitement the horses, whose overworked spirits did not respond promptly to the sudden stimulus. They cheered the aspirants with jovial condemnation. "Show us what yo' ole plug c'n do, 'Gene." "Sho', Alf, you-all ain' goin' to ride that po' critter!"
Day try to procure in the town a candle more to her taste, rushed round the counter to his mother. "C'n I go in to tea with Willy Spratt? Willy Spratt's ma says I may go to tea with 'm. I wish to, very much. C'n I go?" "No, my dear. We like you to have tea with us. We can't spare you." "C'n I go, ma? C'n I go? Willy Spratt's waitin' outside."
'Oh, well, I says, 'if you c'n be suited with namin' your family after rats 'n' mice I guess you c'n leave me out, I says, 'n' I kind o' backed off so 's to try 'n' set him a-goin', but he stood still, 'n' o' course no true Christian c'n shut her door in her minister's face even 'f she is stark crazy to get to cleanin' her garret.
So, such bein' the case, Cousin Marion 'n' a new bonnet comes to one 'n' the same thing, 'n' I can't say 's bonnet-buyin' 's a way o' spendin' money 's is over-agreeable to me. However, 'f it is to be it is to be, 'n' I sha'n't cry over nothin'. I 'll buy the bonnet, 'n' I guess 'f she talks to me about her money I c'n come out right quick 'n' sharp 'n' talk about mine.
The old man stared, and turned his eyes slowly about the room. Then he shook his head. "Can't say as I do. Looks pretty much as it did when me and my wife breshed it up in October. Ye see it's kinder clean fer an old house not much dust from the road here. That linen and that bed's bin here sence I c'n remember. Them burnt logs mus' be left over from old Jedge Gordon's time. He died in here.
I'm bettin' on my draw to be jest the necessary half a hair quicker. He may die shootin'. I don't lay no bets that I c'n nail him before he gets his iron out of its leather, but I say he'll be shootin' blind when he dies. Is there any one takin' that bet?" His eyes challenged them one after another.
"Whereinell were you, Hughie?" he inquired. "Hunted all over for you. Had a sousin' good time. Went to Babcock's had champagne then to see Babesh in th' Woods. Ham knows one of the Babesh had supper with four of 'em. Nice Babesh!" "For heaven's sake don't step on me again!" I cried. "Sh'poloshize, old man. But y'know I'm William Shakespheare. C'n do what I damplease."
Comin' up the street this afternoon, the question o' the possibility o' Cousin Marion's bein' poor come into my mind. I c'n speak out freely to you, Mrs. Lathrop, 'n' so I will remark 't I c'n guarantee 's father never give her nothin' o' late years, 'n' 'f she's poor it don't take no eagle eye to know jus' what'll happen when she gets my letter.
I was over to Lem Hudlow's to ask if he had any hogs stole last night Lem lives nigh the poorhouse, you know. He said he hadn't missed any an' ast me if any hogs had been found. I tole him no, not that I knowed of, but I jest thought I'd ask; I thought mebby he'd had some stole. You never c'n tell, you know, an' it pays to be attendin' to business all the time.
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