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Then when he heard Seth Dickerson's words he fell back and his face grew deathly white. "I I don't know you," he stammered. "I seed you over to Auburn, in a pawnshop," repeated Dickerson. "It It isn't true!" gasped Caven. "I was never over to Auburn in my life. Why should I go there to a pawnshop?" "I guess you know well enough, Caven," said Tom.
He rummaged about in what had been half woodshed and half workshop in Uncle Jeptha's time, and found a heavy claw-hammer, a pair of wire cutters, and a pocket full of fence staples. With this outfit he prepared to follow the line fence, which was likewise the pasture fence on the west side, between Mrs. Atterson's and Dickerson's. Where he could, he mended the broken strands of wire.
Dickerson's sickness, Mother Atterson had been back and forth to help her neighbor, and whenever Sam Dickerson saw Hiram he was as friendly as it was in the nature of the man to be.
Aunt 'Mira sighed; "I'm allus bein' put back for water. I do wish Jason would mend that pump." Janice took the empty pail quietly and departed for the neighbor's premises. It was an old-fashioned sweep-and-bucket well at the Dickerson's, but Janice managed it. The pail of water was heavy, however, and she had to change hands several times on her way up the hill.
"But I s'pose if you wanted water, you'd squeal?" suggested Janice. "Huh! smart, ain't ye?" growled Marty. "I'd go down ter Dickerson's an' git a drink. So'll them shoats if Dad don't mend that pen pretty soon." It was no use to suggest that Marty might make the needed repairs; so Janice made no further comment. The trail of shiftlessness was over everything.
He would have been ashamed to be caught walking with his girl cousin by daylight, and on the public streets of Poketown! After school that day, when Janice arrived again at the old Day house, the first thing she heard was her aunt's complaining voice begging Marty to go down to Dickerson's for a bucket of water. "What's the matter with Dad?" demanded the boy. "Didn't I bring him that pump leather?
I traced Pete's tracks with the wagon and the white-footed horse. Now, this is going to make trouble for Pete " "What's the matter with Pete, now?" demanded Dickerson's harsh voice, and he came out upon the porch. He scowled at sight of Hiram, and continued: "What are you roaming around here for, Strong? Can't you keep on your own side of the fence?" "It's little I'll ever trouble you, Mr.
"Not if I see you first!" muttered Margaret, under her breath, as her mother walked out. Presently, following gay talk and laughter down stairs, a bevy of Margaret's friends entered her boudoir. "Hello, old socks!" was Helen's greeting. "You look punk." "Marg, where's the doll? Your mother tipped us off," was Elinor's greeting. "Where's the eats?" was Flossie Dickerson's greeting.
Some of the things he said to the others were so droll that she had to laugh at them. But he did not presume upon her tolerance. The false courage that supported her in Dickerson's presence left Cornelia when she went back to her room, and she did not sleep that night, or she thought she did not. She came down early for a cup of coffee, and the landlady told her that Mr.
"What a hateful, spiteful little cad!" she began, and she enlarged at length upon Mr. Dickerson's character and behavior. She arrested herself in this pleasure, and said, "But I don't understand why Mr. Ludlow should have staid away this evening on account of his letter, or why he should have sent it to you, if he knew about it already. It seems to me " "He didn't know about it," said Cornelia.
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