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"Thanks for the invitation," he said aloud, as he covertly nursed his right hand. "It's mighty kind of you, but I don't want to impose longer, and, besides, I'd better start back to Fayville before it gets dark altogether. If you'll just tell me the most direct way, ..."
"I would be glad to stop and talk with you, Judd, but I'm due in Fayville before noon, and have already stayed too long at Big Jerry's." "Yo' hev," was the prompt and surly reply. "What the devil do you mean by that?" snapped Donald, with rising ire. "What I says, goes," was the reply. "This hyar place air a powerful good one fer yo' ter keep erway from, stranger." "Indeed?
"Yes, doctor." Donald turned abruptly to the nurse. "Barring the use of technical phraseology, and a possible expression of his own, probably valueless, conclusions, could any doctor, such as is likely to be practising in Fayville, have given me any more information, or told it better?" "No, doctor."
Through the shadows Donald was once again making his way up the now familiar mountain side. To have climbed up the footpath with Miss Merriman and their essential baggage would have been impossible, and he had, after much persuasion, finally succeeded in hiring a man in Fayville to drive them up in a springless, rickety wagon.
Is he ready to receive it?" "Yes ... Hold on a minute until I get a pencil.... All right, go ahead." "It is dated from Fayville, Virginia, January 1, 1914. 8:30 P.M. Are you getting it?" "Yes, yes. Go on," cried the man, with increasing heart pulsations. "'Dr. Donald MacDonald, Commonwealth Ave., Boston, Mass.
"I've been called back to the city to attend a little sick patient, and leave Fayville on the noon train." "Wall, now, thet air too bad, an' hit's mighty kind er ye ter come way up hyar erfore yo' left," said the old man, while the girl's new disappointment, caused by the announcement, was evident enough without verbal expression.
I am making baskets as fast as ever I can and Judd is going to take them to the store at Fayville for me. I went down with him and seen the storekeeper man myself last week, and he promised me to buy all that he can from me. Granddaddy shoots with your rifle gun most every day.
With her clothing torn by flaying branches and clutching wind, and drenched by icy water as the snow melted; with her hands and lips blue, and her feet numb; with her wavy hair pulled loose from its braids and plastered wetly against her colorless cheeks; she eventually stumbled into the rude building which contained the railroad and telegraph office at the terminus of the branch line at Fayville.
Now he suddenly announced that he guessed he would not wait until the afternoon before going down to Fayville to get his small amount of baggage.
Yes, I have written you a long letter every day, telling you all the things I did, and thought, but of course I did not mail them, for I knew that you would get tired of reading them. But this one I am going to send, for grandfather has asked me to let you know that he has shot that wild turkey bird for your Thanksgiving which is Thursday and has sent it to you by express package from Fayville.
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