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It was opened by Jethro Bass himself! "How do you do, Mr. Bass," said the young man, gravely, and he held out his hand. Jethro gave him such a scrutinizing look as he had given many a man whose business he cared to guess, but Bob looked fearlessly into his eyes. Jethro took his hand. "C-come in," he said.
As they started for the stairs, Jethro and Cynthia leading the way, Wetherell felt a touch on his elbow and turned to confront Mr. Bijah Bixby at very close range, as usual. "C-come down at last, Will?" he said. "Thought ye would. Need everybody this time you understand." "I came on pleasure," retorted Mr. Wetherell, somewhat angrily. Mr. Bixby appeared hugely to enjoy the joke.
As they started for the stairs, Jethro and Cynthia leading the way, Wetherell felt a touch on his elbow and turned to confront Mr. Bijah Bixby at very close range, as usual. "C-come down at last, Will?" he said. "Thought ye would. Need everybody this time you understand." "I came on pleasure," retorted Mr. Wetherell, somewhat angrily. Mr. Bixby appeared hugely to enjoy the joke.
F-for instance, that night in the Cath-thedral how solemn you were! By the way w-what a path-thetic figure I must have c-cut as the pilgrim! I d-don't believe you e-even see anything c-c-comic in the b-business you have c-come about this evening." Montanelli rose. "I came to hear what you have to say; but I think you are too much excited to say it to-night.
Let's have the part that you are keeping back." "The the last time he was in, he he did talk a little," faltered the young man. "He's got something to sell, and he's f-fighting mad at Mr. Kittredge. He said he was going to throw the gaff into somebody damn' quick if Mr. Kittredge didn't wipe off the slate and c-come across with the price." "That is better," was the brief comment.
"Not particularly," answered Mr. Wetherell, whose throat was dry. "C-come over for the drive c-come over for the drive?" "Yes," replied the storekeeper, rather faintly. "H-how's Cynthy?" said Jethro. The storekeeper was too astonished to answer. At that moment there was a heavy step in the doorway, and Lem Hallowell entered the room.
Sherman and drove away to Brampton, thinking of many things. "S-Steve's a good man," said Jethro. "C-come up here from Brampton to see your father did he?" "Yes," answered Cynthia, "he is very kind." She was about to tell Jethro what a strange difference this visit had made in her father's spirits, but some instinct kept her silent.
"C-come and read to me won't you come and read?" "Of course I will!" "C-call to mind the first book you read to me, Cynthy?" "It was 'Robinson Crusoe," she said. "'R-Robinson Crusoe. Often thought of that book. Know some of it by heart. R-read it again, sometime, Cynthy?" She looked up at him a little anxiously. His eyes were on the great hill opposite, across Coniston Water.
"Gosh, you sure made a footprint there," he said wonderingly. "The ground was soft," Hall said. "C-come along." But instead of following, the boy walked over to the edge of the road and stared into the hole. He tentatively stamped on the earth around it. "This ground isn't soft," he said. "It's hard as a rock." He turned and looked at Hall with big eyes.
"C-come to leave this book for Cynthy," said Jethro. Mr. Ware took it, mechanically. "Have you finished it?" he asked kindly. "All I want," replied Jethro, "all I want." He turned, and went down the slope. Twice the words rose to the minister's lips to call him back, and were suppressed. Yet what to say to him if he came? Mr.
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