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Dix was placidly sewing carpet rags out of materials prodigiously increased of late, since both women had been able to afford several new dresses. "Going to Fanny's?" inquired Mrs. Dix.... "Seems to me you're starting out pretty early, dear, in all this heat. If you'll wait till sundown, I'll go with you. I haven't seen their parlor since they got the new curtains up."
"Why let the little cur stand in the way?" he said; "he counts for nothing." Mr. Marmaduke was not long in ascending, and tripped into the room as Mr. Dix backed out of it, as gayly as tho' he had never sent me about my business in the street.
Ellen Dix caught at her friend's arm, her pretty face, with its full pouting lips and brilliant dark eyes upturned. "Well?" "Do you suppose You don't think Jim is mad at me for what I said about her, do you?" "I don't remember you said anything to make anybody mad. Come, let's go down, Ellen." "But, Fan, I was wondering if that girl Do you know I I kind of wish she hadn't come to Brookville.
"Who didn't what?" asked his father, for Bunny would often make these sudden exclamations. "Dix didn't go off chasing a rabbit or a squirrel," said Bunny. "There he comes now with an elephant, I guess," and the little boy pointed down the road. There was Dix coming back, and he was half dragging and half carrying something that looked like an animal. On and on came the dog. He seemed very tired.
Then, as if satisfied that he had done his duty, Dix went off to hunt for a bone he had buried after his supper, and Splash went with him. "Well, what in the world are we going to do with it?" asked Mrs. Brown. "We can't keep this cow; that's sure!" "We might tie her to one of the auto wheels," said Mr. Brown. "No, thank you!" exclaimed his wife. "She'd moo all night, and keep us awake."
Dix, when you see him again, not to meddle in my affairs," replied Mr. Bolton. "I am entirely competent to manage them myself; I want no assistance." As Mr. Bolton turned from Ben, on uttering this speech, he saw Mr. Dix, who owned another farm that adjoined his, approaching the place where he stood. "I want none of his interference," muttered Bolton to himself.
"I like being near the edge," was the reply. Mr. Dix whistled softly and, glancing up at the tall, white-faced young man before him, pushed his cap back and scratched his head. "Ain't got anything on your mind, have you?" he inquired. The young man groaned and turned away, and the mate, scenting a little excitement, took him gently by the coat-sleeve and led him from the brink.
I am advancing you money without advices from his Worship, your grandfather. A most irregular proceeding, sir, and one likely to lead me to trouble. I know not what your allowance may be." "Nor I, Mr. Dix," I replied, unreasonably enough. "To speak truth, I have never had one. You have my Lord Comyn's signature to protect you," I went on ill-naturedly, for I had not had enough sleep.
That meant in dog language I suppose: "Well, I'm glad to see you again, old fellow." "And I'm glad to see you," said Dix. "I hope they don't drive me back again. But I went only to the first turn in the road. There I waited awhile and then came on. I could easily tell which way you came by the big wheel-marks." "Well, I guess there's no hope for it," said Mr.
Buchanan to fill their places, General John A. Dix, the new Secretary of the Treasury, sent Mr. W. Hemphill Jones, a amiable old clerk, who wore a sandy wig, to New Orleans, with instructions to secure, if possible, the bullion in the United States Mint there. Soon after Mr.
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