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"Yes; he was a General all right, and he give his life for Private Knapp." "Where is Piper?" asked the Parson. The little rifleman pointed to the tall clothes horse hung about with cloaks, which made a Sanctuary of the far end of the kitchen. "Is he dead?" whispering. "I fancies so, sir. Lingered it out wunnerful, chattin to the Genelman, ummin an ymn and that.
He's settin' up an' chattin' as if nothin' happened. He says to me 'at we staht on ouah way jes' as soon as yo' all eats yo' b'eakfus'. De bosses is hitched up an' " "Has everybody else eaten? Am I the only one that hasn't? "cried Beverly. "'Ceptin' me, yo' highness. Ah'm as hungry as a poah man's dawg, an' "
So you went on to describe the general state of my health, did you?" "It was you we was chattin' about," says I. "Fascinating topic, I've no doubt," he growls; "but I hardly appreciate the attention. Understand?" "That's breakin' on me gradual," says I. "Fortunately for you, though," he goes on, "you didn't attempt to lie out of it. By the way, why didn't you?"
I got there all right, an' was sittin' in the hall chattin' wi' the head man Macdonell they called him about the trade and the Injuns. Macdonell's two little child'n was playin' about, a boy an' a girl, as lively as kittens, an' his wife a good-lookin' young 'ooman was lookin' arter 'em, when the door opens, and in stalks a long-legged Injun. It was Wapaw.
Well, one day Kerrigan was standin' chattin' wid his wife, when the shop-windy all at once wint dark, an' Kerrigan roars out, 'What for are ye puttin' up the shutters so airly? says he. An' faix, 'twas no wondher ye'd think it, for ould Hennessy of Ballybofey had fallen down in the street, an' it was the two good-lookin' feet of him stickin' up that was darkenin' the shop.
Gordon wuz, an' arfter some chattin' Mr. Hennin step' off 'bout fur ez 'cross dis road, or mebbe it mout be a little furder; an' den I seed 'em th'oo de bushes loadin' de pistils, an' talk' a little while; an' den Marse Chan an' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin walked up wid de pistils in dey han's, an' Marse Chan he stood wid his face right to'ds de sun.
"Why, I'd been ridin' out with her ridin' to school, ridin' from school, and a-comin' and a-goin', and she chattin' cheerful and askin' me a heap o' questions all about myself every day, and I not lyin' much neither. And so I figured she wouldn't mind. Lots of 'em like it. But she didn't, you bet!" "No," said the Virginian, deeply proud of his lady who had slighted him.
"It seems like old times for you an' me to be chattin' together again so friendly-like put a finger's length into the hem of the long ones; do you remember when Sister Angelica an' you an' me was cuddled together to watch thim dance the minute over at the Van Ostends'? Och, you darlin'!"
"Well, about a fortnight or sich a matter arfter dat, Cun'l Chahmb'lin sont over an' invited all o' we all over to dinner, an' Marse Chan wuz 'spressly named in de note whar Ned brought; an' arfter dinner he made ole Phil, whar wuz his ker'ige-driver, bring 'roun' Marse Chan's pony wid a little side-saddle on 'im, an' a beautiful little hoss wid a bran'-new saddle an' bridle on 'im; an' he gits up an' meks Marse Chan a gre't speech, an' presents 'im de little hoss; an' den he calls Miss Anne, an' she comes out on de poach in a little ridin' frock, an' dey puts her on her pony, an' Marse Chan mounts his hoss, an' dey goes to ride, while de grown folks is a-laughin' an' chattin' an' smokin' dey cigars.
You'd most thought, though, with all the hints me and Marjorie had dropped, and her seein' Mr. Robert and Miss Hampton chattin' so busy together, that she'd have hung up the net and waited until she struck better huntin' grounds. But not Ella May. Here was a perfectly good man; and as long as nobody had handcuffs on him, or hadn't guarded him with barbed wire, she was ready to take a chance.
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