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"Going to carry them down there," said Uncle Dozie. "Down where?" repeated Uncle Josie, looking on the ground strewed with vegetables. "Over there." "Over where?" asked the merchant, raising his eyes towards a neighbouring barn before him. "Yonder," added Uncle Dozie, making a sort of indescribable nod backward with his head. "Yonder! In the street do you mean? Are you going to throw them away?"
Joseph Hubbard, having something to communicate, went there in search of him, on the morning to which we refer. But Uncle Dozie was not to be found. The gardener, however, thought that he could not have gone very far, for he had passed near him not five minutes before; and he suggested that, perhaps Mr. Hubbard was going out somewhere, for "he looked kind o' spruce and drest up." Mr.
Hubbard expected his brother to dine at home, and thought the man mistaken. In passing an arbour, however, he caught a glimpse of the individual he was looking for, and on coming nearer, he found Uncle Dozie, dressed in a new summer suit, sitting on the arbour seat taking a nap, while at his feet was a very fine basket of vegetables, arranged with more than usual care.
When the boy found that both Uncle Josie and Uncle Dozie thought his idea a very foolish one, that Miss Patsey was very much distressed, and Mrs. Hubbard could not be made to comprehend the difference between an artist and a house-painter, he again abandoned his own cherished plans, and resumed his commercial studies.
Here, strange to say, in a manner quite inexplicable to his brother, Uncle Dozie and his vegetables suddenly disappeared! Mr.
Uncle Dozie continued, as if to excuse himself for this unusual offence: "She asked for a favourite volume of mine; but I hadn't any favourite; so I bought this. It looks pretty, and the bookseller said it was called a good article." "Why, Jem, are you crazy, man! YOU going to read poetry aloud!"
Emma Taylor is decidedly less lively, she too having in some measure composed herself, after achieving belle-ship and matrimony. Mr. and Mrs. Uncle Dozie removed from Longbridge not long after their marriage; they have since returned there again, and now, by the last accounts, they are again talking of leaving the place. Mrs.
Another son was educated by his rich Longbridge relative, kind Uncle Josie; another uncle, a poor old bachelor, known to the neighbourhood as Uncle Dozie, from a constant habit of napping, did his utmost, in paying the school-bills of his niece Catherine.
This was really going too far, in Miss Agnes's opinion; she quite resented a comparison between Uncle Dozie and Mr. Wyllys. The widow, however, was too much occupied with her own affairs, to notice Miss Agnes's expression. "I find, indeed, that the whole family are more agreeable than I had supposed; but you rather gave me a prejudice against them.
And so there was; part of the paling had been turned into a narrow gate. "Why, who cut this gate, I should like to know?" "I did." "You did, Jem? What for? What is the use of it?" "To go through." "To go where? It only leads into Mrs. Wyllys's garden." Uncle Dozie made no answer. "What are you doing with those vegetables? I am really curious to know."
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