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Captain Obed pulled at his beard. "She didn't give him much of a chance last evenin', seemed to me," he said. "If she'd only come back when he called after her that time, I cal'late he was goin' to say somethin'; but she didn't come. Wouldn't answer him at all." "Did he call after her? I didn't hear him and I don't think she did.
He passed his hand across his forehead several times and his expression changed. He looked like one awakening from a bad dream. "I I cal'late I will set down for a minute or so, Lulie," he faltered. "I do feel sort of tired, somehow or 'nother. I don't want to talk any more, Mr. Bangs," he added, wearily. "I I'll have to think it all out. Lulie, I cal'late they'd better go home.
That's the only time Marcellus laughed while we was inside that house. I didn't blame him much. Ho, ho! Well, he ain't laughin' now and neither are we or we hadn't ought to be. Neither is the child, I cal'late, poor thing. I wonder what will become of her." And meanwhile the child herself was vaguely, and in childish fashion, wondering that very thing.
"Think I'm goin' to work in a house where doors is locked against me? I'm as honest as any Silt that ever hobbled on two laigs. Nex' thing, I cal'late, you'll be lockin' the coal shed and countin' the sticks in the woodpile." She had much more to say and said it. It seemed to make her feel better to do so.
Steve's eyes were like bits of polished steel, so bright they were. It was a struggle for him to take them, even for a moment, from the engine before him. "I cal'late I kin," he quavered. "Well, thin, we'll see." McLean looked up and winked at the engineer in the diminutive cab. "It's car-reful you'll be, Misther engineer," he cautioned, "an' watch your steerin' on the cur-rves!"
When he stopped for breath Jed Winslow, who had stepped over and was looking out of the window, uttered an observation. "I'm afraid I made a mistake, changin' that sign," he said, musingly. "I cal'late I'll make another: 'Prayer meetin's must be held outside." "By ," began Mr. Babbitt again, but this time it was Captain Sam who interrupted.
In his perplexity the wordless accusation that morning had been correct at that. And Young Denny was smiling widely at him now smiling openly. The old man shuffled his feet and shifted his gaze from the open wound upon the boy's face as though he feared his suspicion might be read in his eyes. Then he answered Denny's question. "I I cal'late I be late maybe a little," he admitted.
Cluyme as lusty a respect as he was capable of. "I don't know," said Eliphalet; "but I cal'late she's got stouter." "What do you mean by that?" Miss Belle demanded. "That Union principles must be healthy," said he, and laughed. Miss Cluyme was prevented from following up this enigma. The appearance of two people on Davis Avenue drove the veiled lady from her mind. Eliphalet, too, had seen them.
The jubilee bonfires were scarcely ashes before Tired Tinkham delivered at the corner grocery what he called his inaugural address. 'I cal'late I know why I wuz 'lected; he said. 'T' loaf 'n' let ye loaf. I cal'late ye've mistook suthin'. Ye'll work. And work Noah's Basin did as it had never worked before." Shelby noted that the anecdote won even a thin-lipped grin from the hostile camp.
Wait a minute." "Be still? What do I want to be still for? I cal'late Cap'n Lote'll holler some, too, when he hears. He's alive, Cap'n Lote, I tell ye. Let go of me, Labe Keeler! He's alive!" "Who's alive? What is it? Labe, YOU answer me. Who's alive?" Laban's thoughts were still in a whirl. He was still shaking from the news the telegraph operator had brought.
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