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"One hundred and fifty dollars er one hundred and fifty?" Wetherell nodded. Still the countryman did not look up. "F-folks told me to be careful," he repeated without a smile. He was looking at the lockets, and finally pointed a large finger at one of them the most expensive, by the way. "W-what d'ye get for that?" he asked. "Twenty dollars," the clerk promptly replied.
Wetherell never had, but many years afterward he remembered his name, heaven knows why. Jethro Bass! Perhaps it had a strange ring to it. "F-folks told me to be careful," was Jethro's next remark. He did not look at the clerk, but kept his eyes fixed on the things within the counter. "Somebody ought to have come with you," said the clerk, with a smile of superiority.
"One hundred and fifty dollars er one hundred and fifty?" Wetherell nodded. Still the countryman did not look up. "F-folks told me to be careful," he repeated without a smile. He was looking at the lockets, and finally pointed a large finger at one of them the most expensive, by the way. "W-what d'ye get for that?" he asked. "Twenty dollars," the clerk promptly replied.
"Guess that's his lookout." He still sat there, doggedly unconcerned. A bull would have seemed more at home in a china shop than Jethro Bass in a jewellery store. But Mr. Judson himself was a man out of the ordinary, and instead of getting angry he began to be more interested. "Took you for a greenhorn, did he?" he remarked. "F-folks told me to be careful to be careful," said Mr. Bass. Then Mr.
"Guess that's his lookout." He still sat there, doggedly unconcerned. A bull would have seemed more at home in a china shop than Jethro Bass in a jewellery store. But Mr. Judson himself was a man out of the ordinary, and instead of getting angry he began to be more interested. "Took you for a greenhorn, did he?" he remarked. "F-folks told me to be careful to be careful," said Mr. Bass. Then Mr.
"I liked the old doctor who sent Daddy up here ever so much, and I liked Mrs. Darwin." "Mis' Darwin?" "She kept the house we lived in. She used to give me cookies," said Cynthia, "and bread to feed the pigeons." "Pigeons? F-folks keep pigeons in the city?"
"One hundred and fifty dollars er one hundred and fifty?" Wetherell nodded. Still the countryman did not look up. "F-folks told me to be careful," he repeated without a smile. He was looking at the lockets, and finally pointed a large finger at one of them the most expensive, by the way. "W-what d'ye get for that?" he asked. "Twenty dollars," the clerk promptly replied.
Wetherell never had, but many years afterward he remembered his name, heaven knows why. Jethro Bass! Perhaps it had a strange ring to it. "F-folks told me to be careful," was Jethro's next remark. He did not look at the clerk, but kept his eyes fixed on the things within the counter. "Somebody ought to have come with you," said the clerk, with a smile of superiority.
"I liked the old doctor who sent Daddy up here ever so much, and I liked Mrs. Darwin." "Mis' Darwin?" "She kept the house we lived in. She used to give me cookies," said Cynthia, "and bread to feed the pigeons." "Pigeons? F-folks keep pigeons in the city?"
"Guess that's his lookout." He still sat there, doggedly unconcerned. A bull would have seemed more at home in a china shop than Jethro Bass in a jewellery store. But Mr. Judson himself was a man out of the ordinary, and instead of getting angry he began to be more interested. "Took you for a greenhorn, did he?" he remarked. "F-folks told me to be careful to be careful," said Mr. Bass. Then Mr.
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