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"You have my permission." Dick made a wry face. "I don't hanker to do it," he said, "but if you want me to, I will. I suppose she isn't pleased with her place and you want to make it more homelike for her." "What relation were you to Uncle Ebeneezer?" queried Dorothy, curiously. "Uncle and I," sighed Dick, "were connected by the closest ties of blood and marriage.
If somebody'll set up my bed, I'll just lay down on it an' die now. Ebeneezer would be willin' for me to die in his house, I know, for he's often said it'd be a reel pleasure to him to pay my funeral expenses if I c'd only make up my mind to claim 'em, an'," went on the old man pitifully, "I feel to claim 'em now. Set up my bed," he wheezed, "an' let me die. I'm bein' took bad."
"Tell Ebeneezer," wheezed the newcomer, "that I have arrived." "Ebeneezer," replied Dick, in wicked imitation of the old man's asthmatic speech, "has been dead for some time." "Then," creaked Uncle Israel, waving a tremulous, bony hand suggestively toward the door, "kindly leave me alone with my grief." Still More
I've been married enough to know that there's plenty of trouble in life besides what's looked for, an' it'll get in, without your holdin' open the door an' spreadin' a mat out with 'Welcome' on it. Did Ebeneezer leave any property?" "Only the house and furniture," answered Dorothy, feeling that the whole burden of the world had been suddenly shifted to her young shoulders.
"If Betsey knowed Ebeneezer was dead, she wouldn't hesitate none about comin', typhoid or no typhoid. Mebbe it was her fault some, for Ebeneezer wa'n't to blame for his drinkin' water no more 'n I'd be. Our minister used to say that there was no discipline for the soul like livin' with folks, year in an' year out hand-runnin', an' Betsey is naturally that kind.
Carr fully comprehended the sensations of a wild animal caught in a trap. In her present painful predicament, she was absolutely helpless, and she realised it. It was Harlan's house, as he had said, but so powerful and penetrating was the personality of the dead man that she felt as though it was still largely the property of Uncle Ebeneezer.
I trust you will not spend it all in one store, and that you will, out of your abundance, be generous to the poor. It might be well to use a part of it in making a visit to New York. When you find this, I shall be out in the cemetery all by myself, and very comfortable. "Yours, Ebeneezer Judson." "I knowed it," she said to herself, excitedly. "Ebeneezer was a hard man, but he always kep' his word.
His hat is empty of his head, His snuff-box has no sneezer, His cane is idle in the hall For gone is Ebeneezer. Within the house we miss him, Let fall the sorrowing tear, Yet shall we gather as was our wont Year after sunny year. He took such joy in all his friends That he would have it so; He left his house to relatives But none of us need go.
Poor old Uncle Ebeneezer! Our sufferings have been nothing, compared to his." "Are you going to tell Mr. Carr?" asked Elaine, wonderingly. "Tell him nothing," rejoined Dorothy, with spirit. "He's got some old fogy notions about your house being a sacred spot where everybody in creation can impose on you if they want to, just because it is your house.
"I see," she said, submissively, "I will hunt myself. I mean, I will glance about in the hope that the spirit of Uncle Ebeneezer may make plain to me what you seek. And " "And," interjected the poet, quite practical for the moment, "whatever you find is mine, for it was once my room.
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