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He had slipped off his shoes and was in his stocking feet. He stole over to the bed and stood looking down at the thin face. It was a little drawn, with hollow eyes. "He'll perk considabul when he hears about them picters," said Uncle William. But in the morning when, after breakfast, Uncle William announced his great news, the artist ignored it. "Is she coming Sergia?"
"It's time for dinner," responded Uncle William. Uncle William set the table, with one eye on the harbor. As he pottered about with the bread and cheese and salmon, a smile widened his round face. The artist looked up from the brushes he was cleaning at the door. "You look as happy as if you'd had a fortune left you," he said. "Well, I'm considabul contented.
He want stomple 'em eve'y las' one under he boot-heel, 'cep'n dat one Mist' Crailey Gray. Dey's a considabul sprinklin' er dem Ab'litionists 'bout de kentry, honey; dey's mo' dat don' know w'ich dey is; an' dey's mo' still dat don' keer.
An wen I looks roun' an sees the oppresshin, and the poverty of the people, and how they have none tew help, an the jails so full, an the taxes, an the plague o' lawyers, an the voice o' cryin as is goin up from the land, an all the consekences o' the war, I tell ye, it's considabul satisfacshin to feel ez I kin wash my hans on't."
"It won't bother me a mite." His voice came back sociably. "I'm considabul ust to havin' things mussed up." The artist lay with a smile, listening to the sounds that came through the half-open door thumping and blowing and splashing. Uncle William reappeared with shining face. "It seems good to hev suthin' bigger'n a teacup to wash in," he said.
Wy don' ye know we wuz a serenadin Squire with a hoss-fiddle till ten o'clock las' night, an he didn' das show his nose outer doors. "Gosh!" he continued, getting into bed and turning over toward the wall, "I'd giv considabul, ef I could dream I wuz lickin Squire. Mebbe I kin.
"He hain't skurcely been outer his haouse," said Obadiah Weeks. "I on'y see him onct. It was arter dark, an he wuz a slippin over't the store arter his tod." "I guess it muss be considabul like a funeral over't the store, nights," observed Abner, grinning. "Gosh I sh'd like ter peek in an see em a talkin on it over. Wal, turn about's fair play. They don' feel no wuss nor we did."
Jackson only threw it considabul more on one side, but even he, gentlemen, didn't take the whole patronage from the Outs; he always left 'em enough to keep up the courtesy of the thing, and we can't go behind him. Not and be true to our traditions. Do I put it right?" "Bee," said the youthful Lowndes Cleburn, extending his hand, "you put it with the lucidity and spirituality of Kulhoon himself!"
W'y, dey done move out dis mawn, right f'um dis ve'y house you stan'in in front de gate of. De ole man skeered er de smallpox, an' he mad, too, an' de neighbuhs ask him whuh he gwine, he won't tell; so mad he won't speak to nobody. None on 'em 'round hyuh knows an' dey's considabul cyu'us 'bout it, too. Dey gone off in bofe d'rections him one way, her 'nother. 'Peah lak dey be'n quollun!"
"I had to think for two." Uncle William nodded. "He wants to see you." She mused over it. "Do you think I'd better?" "No," said Uncle William, promptly. Her lips remained parted. "Not to-morrow?" she said. Her lips closed on the word gently. "Not for a considabul spell." Uncle William shook his head. "He ain't acted right." "He was ill." "He was sick," admitted Uncle William, " some.
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