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The sullen mistress of the house asked no questions and offered no courtesy, but, after her guests had eaten their breakfast, rapidly prepared, she led the way to a bedroom in the loft, where Abner Dimock flung himself down upon the straw bed and fell sound asleep, leaving Hitty to the undisturbed care of her child.
They were a gang of counterfeiters. Abner Dimock thrust his wife into the chair, sweeping the gilt eagles to the floor as one of the men angrily started up, demanding, with an oath, what he brought that woman there for to hang them all. "Be quiet, Bill, can't you?" interposed the other man. "Don't you see he's drunk? you'll have the Devil to pay, if you cross a drunk Dimock!"
"Really you are most exasperating, Larry." "You may as well throw up your hands, Larry. You'd better knock off for the day," said Mr. Wakeham. "It is really too hot to do anything else than surrender." "You see, it is like this, sir," said Larry. "It is that Colorado mine reconstruction business. Their manager, Dimock, is here. He must leave, he says, tomorrow morning. Mr.
Abner Dimock left his wife in charge of the old woman who kept the hovel of a tavern where they stopped, and, giving Ben the horse to dispose of to some safe purchaser, after he had driven him down to the old house, returned at night in the boat that belonged to his negro tenant, and, taking his unconscious wife from her bed, rowed down the river and landed her safely, to be carried from the skiff into an upper chamber of the old house, where Jake's wife, Aunt Judy, as Mr.
"Isn't it open to the objection you made to Mollie's choice a while ago, Susie?" she asked. "I remember it went with 'The Three Bears' and 'Old Mother Pig' and 'The Little Red Hen." "No, Auntie, I think not; it's different, somehow." "Very well, then, if you are sure you haven't outgrown it." "Is it a true story?" Nellie Dimock wanted to know. "It is made out of a true story, Nellie.
"You wonder why I am no longer a parishioner. The time came when I could not afford to be." There was no hint of reproach in his voice, of bitterness. He spoke regretfully, indeed, but as one stating an incontrovertible fact. "I lost my fortune, I could not keep my pew, so I deeded it back to the church. My old friends, Mrs. Dimock and Asa Waring, and others, too, were very kind.
"I never knew till the other day," said Florence Austin, "that cats scatter crumbs to attract the birds, and then watch for them and spring out on the poor things when they are feeding." "What a shame! I wouldn't keep a cat who played such a cruel trick," Mollie said. "My Dinah Spot doesn't catch birds or chickens," said Nellie Dimock; "only mice." Mrs.
"I do," said Mollie, positively. "I'm sure of it! and so the poor thing went off and drowned herself, or, maybe, died of a broken heart." "Oh!" said Nellie Dimock, "poor Dinah Diamond!" "Nonsense, Mollie!" said Susie Elliot. "Cats don't die of broken hearts."
These possessions he strictly entailed on his heirs forever, and nobody being sufficiently interested in its alienation to inquire into the State laws concerning the validity of such an entail, the house remained in the possession of the direct line, and in the year 18 belonged to another Abner Dimock, who kept tavern in Greenfield, a town of Western Massachusetts, and, like his father and grandfather before him, had one only son.
I wouldn't hint for the world that you aren't as smart as you used to be." "Isn't he rather a self-conceited old horse?" said Nellie Dimock. "Well, yes; but that is natural. I suppose he has been more or less spoiled and petted all his life."
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