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Hain't no reason for mentionin' that I might want to talk to him, is there? Hain't said so, have I?" "You hain't," said Pliny, at last enlightened as to Scattergood's desire in the matter. "G'-by, Pliny." "G'-by, Scattergood." An hour later Jed Lewis sauntered past the store and stopped. "Pliny Pickett says you want to see me, Scattergood." "Said that, did he? Told you I said I wanted to see you?"
"I'm going to see the view if I fall out of every tree I climb," Sarah said, hotly. "Don't object if I find you a boardin' house?" "I'm going to board with Grandma Penny that was Mrs. Spackles." Scattergood nodded. "G'-by, Sairy.... G'-by, Nahum."
"Got anybody in mind, Bob? Thinkin' of anybody specific for the place?" Bob shook his head. "Um!... Nahum Pound's daughter's boardin' with Grandma Penny, that's now Mis' Spackles. All-fired perty girl, Bob. Don't call to mind no pertier. Sairy's her name.... G'-by, Bob. G'-by." He walked to the door, but paused. "About that six dollars, Bob I was figgerin' on payin' that out of my own pocket."
"Certain sure." "See him ag'in, won't you? Perty soon?" "Yes." "What d'you calc'late to tell him?" "What you said?" "Didn't say nothin', did I? Jest asked a question. It was you said something Marvin, wa'n't it? Said you'd lend on my indorsement." "That what you want me to tell him?" "Didn't say so, did I? Jest asked a question. G'-by, Marvin. Lemme know what he says."
"Um!... G'-by, Pliny," said Scattergood, suddenly, and Pliny, recognizing the old hardware merchant's customary and inescapable dismissal, got up off the step and cut across diagonally to the post office, where he could air his importance as a committeeman before an assemblage as ready to discuss the events of the week as he was himself.
Hain't had much experience with young uns. Might's well start now. Bet me 'n this here one gits well acquainted 'fore we reach Coldriver." "'Twouldn't s'prise me a mite," replied Mrs. Patterson, with something that might have been a twinkle in her tired eyes. "I almost feel I should go along with you." "G'-by, Mrs.
"Now I know what I was planning to do. I'm going to Seattle," he said. The girl was gone at twenty-nine minutes after twelve. At twenty-nine and a half minutes after, Milt remarked to Ben Sittka, "I'm going to take a trip. Uh? Now don't ask questions. You take charge of the garage until you hear from me. Get somebody to help you. G'-by." He drove his Teal bug out of the garage.
"When you goin' to fetch her in, Nahum?" Scattergood repeated. "She said she was coming Monday." "Um!... G'-by, Nahum." This was Scattergood's invariable phrase of dismissal, given to friend or enemy alike. It was characteristic of him that when he was through with a conversation he ended it and left no doubt in anybody's mind that it was ended. Nahum withdrew apologetically.
Wa-al, you stay till Thursday mornin' and kind of visit with Homer, and say good-by, and then you kin go. Thursday mornin'.... Not a minute before." "But " "Thursday mornin's the time, I said.... G'-by." Next morning Scattergood was absent. He had taken the early train out of town, as Pliny Pickett reported, on a "whoppin' big deal that come up suddin in the night."
"Who's keepin' him, Pliny?" "Mis' Patterson's sort of shuffled him in with her seven. Says she don't notice no difference to speak of. Claims 'tain't possible f'r eight childern to be no noisier 'n what seven be." "Um!... G'-by, Pliny. Ever deal in facts over there to the post office? Ever have occasion to mention facts?" "Er not reg'lar facts, Scattergood.
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