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"Should you not also make confession to Jake Newby for fighting him?" asked Mary. "And then give him that chickenhouse if he still demands it.
"The cloudburst was too much for the dam," he answered regretfully. "It went off with a noise like a big gun, a while back. I expect the lake is flooding the whole place and messing up everything from our cellar to the chickenhouse. Daylight is due pretty soon, now, and the storm is dying down. We'll be able to add up the damage, after a bit."
Pardon me. I am sorry I gave way, Jake. And say, Jake, if you want that chickenhouse, just come and get it. It is too small for the number of chickens Mary intends to raise, anyway. You can have it, Jake, freely, gladly. What's a chickenhouse between friends? "The Lord made me feel very guilty over this affair, Jake," continued Robert.
You know the fight you had with Tom Sawyer, and he is a deacon in First Church, Bethany. What came of it? Never a word of confession did he ever make. What kind of a man is Mr. Davis, anyway?" "Something strange about Bob Davis," said Jake. "Said I could have that old chickenhouse if I wanted. I'd be a fool to take it now."
A few days before Robert and Mary planned to move, Robert went over to their new home to mow the yard and clean up a little. Jake Newby saw him coming, and noticed that he was alone. "Now is my time," muttered Jake to himself. So he strode over to where Robert was. "Do you mean that I cannot have my chickenhouse, Robert Davis?" asked Jake threateningly.
Her laboratory was an abandoned chickenhouse which must have reminded her constantly of her lost kitchen. She looked almost jaunty as she greeted me, a cobweb from the roof of the decaying shed caught in her hair. "I have no profitable secrets to market, Weener youre wasting your time with me." "I am not here as a salesman, Miss Francis," I said.
"Mary, I am sorry to tell you what I have done, but I will hide nothing and will tell you all about it," said he. "You remember that chickenhouse we prevented Jake from moving that day? Well, he met me at the place today and called me a liar and said that I had insulted his father. Before I hardly knew what I was doing I hit Jake and we had a fight. I finally beat him, and he promised to behave.
"I went over to see Robert Davis and kindly asked him to let me have the chickenhouse and to reprove him gently for the way he had treated dad, and, what do you think? he jumped on me as mad as he could be. I'll get even with Bob Davis, I will. The mean rascal," said Jake. "Well, of all things, is that the way holiness men do? A pretty mess for Davis to get into," said Kate. "I'll fix him.
"Jake, you know that the chickenhouse was not reserved in our contract," said Robert. "You are a liar," shouted Jake. "You are mistaken, Jake," said Robert calmly, but feeling a strong impulse to strike his opponent. "You are a liar, Davis, and you have insulted my father," said Jake, at the same time shaking his finger dose to Robert's face.
How Miss Francis contrived to make every place she lived in, apartment, chickenhouse or cottage, look exactly alike was remarkable. Nothing is more absurd than the notion that socalled intellectual workers are always alert as Miss Francis demonstrated by her greeting to me. "Well, Weener, what is it this time? Selling on commission or an interview?"
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