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What y' think o' that! I gotta waste a horse right now when I could use a dozen more, so a grown man can play with a kid! The old man's skipped this morning without sayin' whether he'd ever be back again!" "Mr. Congdon has left?" asked Archie, with all the innocence he could muster. "Not only has he gone but he's took a scrub I was usin' as handy man on the place. You can't beat it!
Crego was delighted. Mrs. Congdon did not spare herself. "Helen, she made me feel like a bill-collector! 'All right, said she, 'I'll be there, and left me standing in the middle of the street. You've got to come now, Helen, to preserve my dignity." "I'm wild to come, really. I want to see what she'll do to us 'professional people. Maybe she will patronize us too."
Watch me, Archie, so you can bear witness to the destruction of these things; they're all going to feed the fishes except this earliest one, which divides the property in generous lumps between Putney Congdon and his children, with a handsome personal recognition of Mrs. Congdon. That shall be preserved."
Featherstone explained; "they date from the beginning of time, and some of them are a trifle eccentric. You remember one of them he must be the father or an uncle of the owner of this house Eliphalet Congdon, who lives in Boston and is horribly rich but is always doing weird things.
"And you ask me to meet such a woman at dinner!" she exclaimed, and her tone expressed a kind of bewilderment. Lee laughed. "You can't fail me now. Don't be hasty. Trust in Frank." "I'd hate to have my dinner partners selected by Frank Congdon. I draw the line at barbers." "You're a snob, Helen. If you were really as narrow as you sound I'd cut you dead! Furthermore, the barber isn't invited."
"They may not; but I suspect they think they can carry any connection they choose to make, and I mostly think they can ten generations of Quaker ancestry " "But the people there don't know their ancestry." "Well, go talk to them. I abdicate. Besides, I like the Haneys." Mrs. Crego now laid her joker on the table. "Here's the point. That girl is taken with Ben it's all her plan." Congdon started.
The purchase of the Arthur B. Grover had seemed the most fantastic extravagance, but the tug had already proved to be of crucial importance in the prosecution of their business. The seizure of Eliphalet Congdon had been justified; Perky and Leary were valuable lieutenants and the crew of jailbirds was now to be utilized as an offensive army.
Putney Congdon had been in a hospital recovering from the bullet wound received at Bailey Harbor, but was now arriving at his father's Ohio farm, where his child, the lamb referred to, was concealed. Putney was to be kept in ignorance of the lure of the tampered coins that had brought Perky into alliance with his father, and Perky was to interest himself in wood-chopping during the son's visit.
"An error, sir; an error of considerable magnitude, if you will pardon me! I wish my friend here to bear witness that I am qualified to offer you excellent advice based on exact information as to your intimate domestic affairs. You're a meddlesome person, Mr. Congdon, with a slight element of cruelty in your makeup, of which let us hope you are not wholly conscious.
Archie's wits had never been so taxed as since he had fired a pistol, more or less with intent to kill, in the house of Putney Congdon, but it was incredible that the Governor could know aught of that matter.
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