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She took lessons in that respect for two years over at Birdstail. I wouldn't trust the buying of an instrument to anybody else but myself. I reckon if I hadn't took up sheep-raising I'd have been one of the finest composers or piano- and-organ manufacturers in the world. "That was Uncle Cal's style. But I never lost any patience with him, on account of his thinking so much of Marilla.
"Hope she ain't one of them four-eyed school-ma'ams," added Happy Jack so called to distinguish him from Jack Bates, and also because of his dolorous visage. "Why can't some one else haul her out?" began Chip. "Cal would like that job and he's sure welcome to it." "Cal's too dangerous.
That night a ginnie comes over from Cal's barn with two bags of oats in a wheelbarrow. "A newspaper guy finds out about the deal, 'n' writes it up so everybody is hep to me playin' owner. One day I see the starter point me out to Colonel King, who's the main squeeze in the judge's stand, 'n' they both laugh. "I've got all winter before we has to ship, 'n' believe me I sweat some over this bird.
Zelda spoke feelingly of the approaching nuptials of her old school friend. "Cal's considerable of a prissy, but take it from me, Harry Prescott will see that all father's money doesn't pour into homes for the friendless so there's something accomplished. Heaven help the poor fellow who must live on his pay," sighed Zelda piously. Major Darrett, too, was to be congratulated on his father-in-law.
Now I sees ye fer what ye air an' I suspicions iniquities thet I hedn't nuver dreamp' of afore. I wouldn't put hit past ye ter hev deevised Cal's lay-wayin' yoreself. I wouldn't be none astonished ef ye hired ther man thet shot him ... an' yit I'd nigh cut my tongue afore I'd drap a hint of thet ter him." That last statement both amazed and gratified the intriguer.
Cal Emmett yelled at Happy Jack from the bedside, where he was kneeling sympathetically. Happy Jack removed his somber gaze from the licking tongue of flame which showed in the stove-front. "Fire ain't going good, yet," he said in a matter-of-fact tone which contrasted sharply with Cal's excitement. "Teakettle's dry, too. I sent a man to the crick for a bucket uh water; he'll be back in a minute."
Her eyes, brilliantly alight, leaped from her father's face to that of the man half toward her and back again. "Oh," she exclaimed uncertainly, "I didn't know you were busy. I saw the light. I'd been over to Uncle Cal's, just for a minute. I wanted to tell you good night!"
Pink straightened his tie and set his panama more firmly on his yellow curls, for a brisk wind was blowing. Cal's voice came back to him faintly: "Just dub around here and don't do a darn thing; and don't bother the cattle." "Good advice, that," Pink commented amusedly. "Hits day-herding off to a T." He prepared for a lazy afternoon, and enjoyed every minute.
I never seen such a fish. An' now he's got to wear the stripes for twenty years. Lucky he wasn't married. If he don't get the consumption he'll be an old man when he comes out. Cal's mother wouldn't let 'm go swimmin', an' whenever she suspected she always licked his hair with her tongue. If it tasted salty, he got a beltin'. But he was onto himself.
Didn't five cowboys over to Everall's kill one another dead all because they got to jerkin' at a quirt among themselves? An' Cal has no reason to love you. His girl was sweet on you." "I quit when I found out she was his girl." "I reckon she ain't quit. But never mind her or reasons. Cal's here, just drunk enough to be ugly. He's achin' to kill somebody. He's one of them four-flush gun-fighters.
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