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"Why, Chuck," he replied, "you would not expect me to tell you where all this honey is, would you? You would go eat it all up in one night. You are such a 'hoggie' you know." "Oh, be a good friend, Coonie, and tell me. If you only knew how badly I want some more." "Well, I'll tell you," Coonie said, "but there may be some danger in getting it." "I'll never stop for the danger," Chuck boasted.
Fraser, for, whereas they might arrive at a stage when they had nothing more to tell, not so Coonie. If he found himself without some startling news he manufactured it to suit the occasion. His vehicle was an old buckboard with a wide seat, and a rickety old chariot it was.
"An' there's Don Neil; he's another that's been puttin' on airs, but I'll bet he'll quit now; mind you, Coonie, the minister went home with Jessie last night." "Gosh!" exclaimed Coonie, expectorating copiously, "that's noos!" "You bet! Don'll be hoppin' when he hears it. All the fellows has been sayin' they bet Mr.
The boys nearly had a fit when I made my appearance with the missing pony. It was pretty plain, so they said, that Spanish Lu must have stolen her and taken her there for safety, intending to come back and fetch her. Where was he now? The answer came unexpectedly. "'What's that smoke there? asked Coonie. "Lenox and I turned to look in the direction in which he pointed.
Not a person in the whole countryside, except the two, knew of the affair, but Coonie remembered, and in his queer way tried to repay the man who had saved him. "Mornin'!" he called, somewhat crustily, as was his wont in opening a conversation. "How's things this mornin'?" Duncan had hurried into the house and now emerged with a dipperful of creamy buttermilk. Coonie drank it off in one long pull.
Syl was the only young man in Glenoro who gave "the girls" the dignified title of "ladies." "Always the way with them college chaps," agreed Coonie. "They think they're some punkins and they don't know enough to make cheese." "That's true," assented Mr. Todd, warmed by this unwonted sympathy.
A dark suspicion that the minister might some day be his rival had long been forming in his mind. Perhaps jealousy was the cause of his unforgiving spirit. He went to Wee Andra for an explanation of just what Coonie meant and his mind was not eased by it. He had never had a dangerous rival before and he was forced to confess that the minister was certainly a very captivating young man.
Coonie pulled up his old horse, which stopped with as much difficulty as she started. He was very glad to meet Donald. "Oh, jist chawin' an' spittin'," he answered with suspicious cordiality. "What kind o' a new apostle's this you've got up here?" "Who? Mr. Egerton? Oh! he's all right," said Donald, giving Bella a poke in the ribs with his whip. "Haven't you seen him?" Coonie spat disapprovingly.
When he was near enough, he began talking to them in an angry way. "Why, Mr. Jones," Coonie heard one boy say, "you don't use bumble-bees' honey, do you?" "No, boys, I don't use the honey myself, but I don't want you to kill the bees or rob their nests so they will have to starve. Bees do a great deal of good on the farm." "What good are bumble-bees?" one of the boys asked.
"Tomorrow is Saturday, and the Jones always go to town on Saturday. I have been planning to go over and give myself a little treat." "But, Coonie, how about the dog?" "Oh, he goes to town with them. I have watched them from the tree where I live, and they never miss going on Saturday afternoons, and taking the dog with them." "But how do you know where the honey is, Coonie?" "How?
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