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'Now, men, said the little ossifer, 'you'll see that we number at least ten, and there's only six of you. Ah, here's to make us a little more ekil; and he just fired at a noddy that was flying over, and dropped him right into the stern-sheets.
I sez to him, 'Salviated by merkery, a year's standin', how much? He sez, 'Five thousand dollars, and take two o' these pills at bedtime, and an ekil number o' powders at meals, and come back in a week. And I goes back in a week, cured, and signs a certifikit to that effect." Encouraged by a look of interest in Tommy's eye, he went on. "So I gets cured.
"He did so. I bought a pictur' 't was named 'Logan. It's a fancy skitch, I guess, 'but I'm goin' to have that pictur', Cap'n Nason Ted, says I, 'ef 't takes every egg the hens is ekil to from now t' deer-stalkin', says I. It jest completely drored me somehow; it had sech a feelin' look." "Did Nason let ye buy it?" "Yis, he did; but he was dreadful sneakish an' j'ilous.
The farmer was as surprised as she had been. "Well," he ejaculated "didn't I say I'd never seen their ekil? Milly's going to marry one of the Mr. Foxleys? Which " "It is Mr. Joseph," returned Miss Dexter, staring down at the apple in her lap. "The youngest one, you know. He is a very merry young gentleman and always has something to say. I daresay it will be a very comfortable arrangement."
Shure, pfwhat is that gives one man the lofty air an' the overlookin' eye, where another full his ekil in inches fears to draw the same breath o' life with him? Succiss, succiss, me boy! Some calls it luck, though most lays it to their own shupayrior merit. For Batty, he lays it to nothin' whativver, but takes it like a philosopher an' a gintleman."
"I ha' never seen the ekil of those Mr. Foxleys yonder," began the honest farmer as something to start a conversation with. "I ha' never seen their ekil." "Oh!" said Miss Dexter. "Yes? In what way?" "So gentle and so funny as they be. Gentlemen both of them with delicate hands and fine clothes " "Yes, yes," murmured Miss Dexter under her breath, clutching at her bag and closing her eyes.
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