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Which horse will I take?" "The bay's saddled-under the shed get any doctor I don't care which one. But get him here." "I will, Mr. Dickerson. Leave it to me," promised Hiram, and ran to the shed at once. Hiram Strong was not likely to forget that long and arduous night. It was impossible to force the horse out of a walk, for the drifts were in some places to the creature's girth.
I don't want to see him not just now. But you do what you think is best about this matter, and make Peter pay the bill ten dollars for the two stacks of fodder." "He shall do it, Mr. Strong," declared Sam Dickerson, warmly. "And he shall beg your pardon, too, or I'll larrup him until he can't stand. He's too big for a lickin', but he ain't too big for me to lick!"
Curtis and with the opinion of Mr. Dickerson that whatever Goebel did must be considered as an abandoned experiment. "It has often been laid down that a meritorious invention is not to be defeated by something which rests in speculation or experiment, or which is rudimentary or incomplete. "The law requires not conjecture, but certainty.
Atterson's house next time! Besides, Hiram felt himself responsible for his employer's property. The old lady could not afford to lose the fodder, and Hiram was determined that both of the burned stacks should be paid for in full. He looked through the window of the Dickerson kitchen. The family was around the supper table-Mr. and Mrs. Dickerson, Pete, and the children, little and big.
There's Aunt Sally Dickerson; she's a good woman and a church-member: wal, she sees a woman in a cloak with all her bundles brought out o' Cap'n Brown's house, and put into a kerridge, and driv off, atween three and four o'clock in the mornin'. Wal, that 'ere shows there must 'a' ben a real live woman kep' there privately, and so what Cinthy saw wasn't a ghost.
At the end of the fourth act she heard a voice which she knew, saying, "Well, well! Is this the way the folks at Pymantoning expect you to spend your evenings?" She looked up and around, and saw Mr. Dickerson in the seat behind her. He put forward two hands over her shoulder one for her to shake, and one for Mrs. Montgomery. "Why, Mr. Dickerson!" said the landlady, "where did you spring from?
Dickerson coming back from California?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "When it is warm here. She can not stand cold weather. But she did not go out to California altogether on account of the climate." "Didn't she?" "No. You have heard my husband speak of a long-lost brother also a brother of Mrs. Dickerson's, who was a Whipple before her marriage." "Yes, I heard something about that."
"No, but here's a note from the 'spy' we denounced," and Jimmy, as he accepted a paper Bob held out, wondered at the happy looks on the faces of his chums. It was explained, however, when he read the note. A glance at the signature told him it was from "Captain Frank Dickerson." "Boys, you only did your duty in exposing me, as you thought you did," wrote the officer.
One of the first persons Hiram saw in the store was young Pete Dickerson, hanging about the edge of the crowd. Pete scowled at him and moved away. One of the men holding down a cracker-keg sighted Hiram and hailed him in a jovial tone: "Hi, there, Mr. Strong! What's this we been hearin' about you? They say you had a run-in with Sam Dickerson.
It wouldn't have hurt him to have taken command of this squad of rookies and led us back to civilization." "Civilization! I hope you don't call the trenches with their big rats and cooties and er other things civilization!" cried Jimmy. "If it is give me barbarism." "Well, I didn't just mean that," went on Bob. "But I wish Captain Dickerson had come back with us."
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