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But I do wisht you could see your way to stayin' till Sattidy." "I don't see why, Mr. Baines, but if it'll be any good to you, I'll do it. But not a minute after Sattidy now mind that!" "Much 'bleeged, Marthy. G'-by, Marthy. G'-by." On Friday Scattergood was invisible in Coldriver village, for he had started away before dawn, driving his sway-backed horse over the mountain roads to the southward.
"She's about equally fond of me and the letter press," said Bob, dolefully. "Good sign," said Scattergood. Then after a short pause: "Say, Bob, still rent out drivin' bosses at the livery?... G'-by, Bob." Bob was astonished to find how easy it is to ask a girl to go driving the second time after you have spent an anxious, dubious, fearsome day screwing up your courage to ask her the first time.
And keepin' your mouth shet? Was that the idee? Eh?" "I don't know what to do, Mr. Baines." "Didn't figger on droppin' around to Grandma Penny's boardin' house about eight sharp, did you? Eight sharp.... And kind of settin' down quiet on the front porch? Jest settin'? Eh?... G'-by, Bob."
"No!" exclaimed Scattergood. "Yep!" said all three of them in chorus. "Stood right in front, as I recall it, a-makin' eyes and kickin' up her heels that immodest you wouldn't b'lieve. Looked right at me, too. I seen her." "Got your money's wuth, then, didn't ye? Wa-al?" "Suthin's got to be done." "Sich as?" "Riddin' the town of her." "Go ahead and rid it, then.... G'-by."
If ever two young folks was all het up over each other, Jed and Marthy was them young folks.... And 'twan't but five year ago...." "End by separating" said the postmaster. "There's the stage a-rattlin' in," Scattergood said, suddenly. "Better git ready f'r distributin' the mail, Will. G'-by, Will; and, Will, if 'twas me I dunno but what I'd kind of keep my mouth shet about Marthy and Jed.
If ever you're lookin' for level-headedness, and f'r a man you kin depend on, jest send a call for Mr. Spackles. G'-by, ma'am. G'-by, Mr. Spackles, and much 'bleeged to you." Mr. Spackles was a little bewildered, for he had not the least idea upon what subject he had advised Scattergood, but he was of an acuteness not to pass by any of the advantage that accrued from the situation.
"Eh?" "Was you thinkin' of buyin' a stove?" "No." "Could think about it, couldn't you?" "Might manage it." "Folks thinkin' of buyin' stoves gits prices, don't they? Kind of inquires around to see where they kin buy cheapest?" "Most does." "G'-by, Pliny." "G'-by, Scattergood." Something of the sort was not unanticipated by Scattergood.
He went directly to his store, which had been left in charge of Mr. Spackles. Three men were waiting there for him. They handed him a leather bag and he satisfied himself that it contained fifteen thousand dollars. "Much 'bleeged, boys," he said. "Do as much f'r you, some day. G'-by." "Mr. Spackles," he said, "kin you fetch Grandmother Penny over here right now?" "Calculate I kin," said Mr.
Oh, say, Professor, g-good luck. G'-by." Immediately, without even the excuse that some evil mind in the Gang had suggested it, he prowled out to the Greek professor's house and tied both the front and back gates. Now the fence of that yard was high and strong and provided with sharp pickets; and the professor was short and dignified.
"You'll go home and set down in the shade and cool off," said Scattergood, merrily, "and while you're a-coolin' you might sort of thank Gawd that there's sich things as human bein's with human feelin's, and that there's sich things as babies ...that sometimes gits themselves left on the right doorstep.... G'-by, Selectman. G'-by."
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