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"Go upstairs like a good soul, Potts," said Honor, in a hushed voice, "and walk very quietly, and tell Fitts I want him in the library." "I will, Miss," the old woman said respectfully, and as she stole up the back stairway on her errand, Honor returned as softly to the library, where she stood by the window awaiting Fitts.
Potts," came from Fitts as he flung the wood into the box, "come now, I heard you, what's throublin', what's inside your purty border this time, your mind I mane?" "Be off with you now mister Fitts; 'tis other people's minds that's bothered, an' I'm only sorry for it: but y'ell know soon enough; the master 'ill tell ye when he sees fit, and ye can be preparin' for it till then."
At length there came a knock at the door. "I guess that is Ida," said Mrs. Crump, joyfully. Jack seized a candle, and hastening to the door, threw it open. But there was no Ida there. In her place stood William Fitts, the boy who had met Ida in the cars. "How do you do, Bill?" said Jack, endeavoring not to look disappointed. "Come in, and take a seat, and tell us all the news."
But the Enfield boys beat us at last; leastwise they make 70 tallies to our 58, when Heman Fitts knocks the ball over into Aunt Dorcas Eastman's yard, and Aunt Dorcas comes out an' picks up the ball an' takes it into the house, an' we have to stop playin'. Then Phineas Owen allows he can flop any boy in Belchertown, an' Moses Baker takes him up, an' they wrassle like two tartars, till at last Moses tuckers Phineas out an' downs him as slick as a whistle.
"Why, you're 'most there now." "Are we, Mrs. Hardwick?" inquired Ida. "It isn't far from where we're going," she answered, shortly. "Boy, I'll take two of your apples and four cakes. And, now, you'd better go along, for there's somebody over there that looks as if he wanted to buy something." "Who is that boy?" asked the nurse, abruptly. "His name is Charlie Fitts."
"We talked with open heart and tongue, Affectionate and true, A pair of friends though I was young" Wordsworth. The morning following Guy's visit to his uncle's window panes, as Henry Rayne was sipping his rich brown chocolate, with Honor and Nanette, at breakfast, Fitts brought in a note and laid it before his master.
Expects to submit his scheme to Fitts as soon as he gets it worked out, with the idea of having our prize little architect provide for a stage with ecclesiastical props in the shape of pulpits and chancels and so forth, which can be removed on short notice. Suggests, as a matter of thrift, that footlights be put in instead of altar candles.
Tom, The Ready; or, Up from the Lowest. By Randolph Hill. The Castaways; Or, On The Florida Reefs. By James Otis. Captain Kidd's Gold, The True Story of an Adventurous Sailor Boy. By James Franklin Fitts. Tom Thatcher's Fortune. By Horatio Alger, Jr. Lost In The Cañon. The Story of Sam Willett's Adventures on the Great Colorado of the West. By Alfred R. Calhoun. A Young Hero; or, Fighting to Win.
"But I don't see that you have anything on the Kaiser. He said it was over in 1914." "'Don't argue with him, Olga," said young Mrs. Malone. "He's Irish." "Like all Irishers he's longing for something he'll never get," said Fitts, drily. "And what is that?" inquired Mrs. Malone. "Home-rule," said Fitts. Olga Obosky yawned luxuriously. "I am so sleepy. My sandals, Governor Percivail.
But the Enfield boys beat us at last; leastwise they make 70 tallies to our 58, when Heman Fitts knocks the ball over into Aunt Dorcas Eastman's yard, and Aunt Dorcas comes out an' picks up the ball an' takes it into the house, an' we have to stop playin'. Then Phineas Owens allows he can flop any boy in Belchertown, an' Moses Baker takes him up, an' they wrassle like two tartars, till at last Moses tuckers Phineas out an' downs him as slick as a whistle.
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