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I'm just as certain father was insane when he made that will as I am that I'm alive. If I thought he wasn't, I'd never forgive him." "Hush, Steve. You promised me you wouldn't speak in that way." "Well, all right, I won't. But, Caro, he must have been insane. If he wasn't, do you suppose he would have put us and the estate in the care of a Down-East jay? It's inconceivable! It's ridiculous!
A bright September sun glittered upon the spires of Cincinnati as I reluctantly bade it adieu, and set out in the early morning by the cars to join my travelling companions, meaning to make as long a detour as possible, or, as a "down-east" lady might say, to "make a pretty considerable circumlocution."
It is certain, however, that after all the far-too-late attempts to transfigure these savages into the likeness of a down-East Yankee, or, better still, into the similitude of a Western farmer, no permanent good results are likely to ensue. They could never amalgamate in blood, or in the so-called natural sympathies of man.
He took two eager steps toward her, and she retreated again behind the table. "Kent, don't! How can I tell you anything, if you won't be good?" She waited until he was standing rather sulkily by the window again. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now what he has done. I am going to leave him. I'm going to get a divorce. Not even the strictest 'down-east' conscience could demand that I stay.
I lay the whole blame of the transaction, however, on the narrow shoulders of my lanky "down-east" proprietor: he is the man to blame in the matter, not I! After a time, I got tired of this work.
It was common and short enough: a "Down-East" boy, fresh from his father's farm, hunting for work and board, a bit homesick here in the strange, unhomelike city, it might be, and glad of some one to say so to.
"One of the boys brought word from the Norton place. Terry wrote her an' wrote some folks in Red Creek an' wrote the Lanes an' " "Appears to be quite a letter-writer," remarked Steve stiffly. "And she's having the time of her life, is she?" "Sure," said Royce innocently. "Why not? The boys are bettin' she's dead gone on some young down-East jasper an' that maybe she'll be married in no time.
It was all grist to her mill, she perceived, and during the next summer it was a grimly amused old miller who watched the antics of Abigail Warner, arrayed in a pseudo-oldfashioned gown of green-flowered muslin, with a quaintly ruffled cap confining her rebellious white hair, talking the most correct book-brand of down-east jargon, and selling flowers at twenty times their value to automobile and carriage folk.
Bernard pup, but I notice he's losing a lot of that fresh, puppy-dog way he used to have. And then he's a Down-East boy. His Uncle Ethan Peasley and I were pals together fifty years ago, and for Ethan's sake I feel that I ought to show the boy some consideration. He's learning to hold himself together pretty well, and if I should run into him to-morrow I'll ask him out."
'Words is only wind, I replied, quoting one-half of a 'down-east' adage, as I ran up the stairs; he, however, before I got out of hearing, added the second half: 'but blows hurts.
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