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"Thank you Uncle Jethro," she said. Jethro, however, understood. He had, indeed, never failed to understand her from the beginning. He parted his coat tails and sat down on the rock beside her, and very gently opened the book again, to the first chapter. "G-goin' to read it, Cynthy?" "Oh, yes," she said, and trembled again. "Er read it to me?"
"About that interest," said Eben, plunging into the dread subject, "don't know as I'm ready this month after all." "G-goin' to town meetin', Eben?" "Wahn't callatin' to," answered Eben. "G-goin' to town meetin', Eben?" Eben, puzzled and dismayed, ran his hand through his hair. "Wahn't callatin' to but I kin I kin." "D-Democrat hain't ye D-Democrat?" "I kin be," said Eben.
"Thank you Uncle Jethro," she said. Jethro, however, understood. He had, indeed, never failed to understand her from the beginning. He parted his coat tails and sat down on the rock beside her, and very gently opened the book again, to the first chapter. "G-goin' to read it, Cynthy?" "Oh, yes," she said, and trembled again. "Er read it to me?"
"C-court'll hev to app'int an agent?" "I callate." "Er you a candidate Sam you a candidate?" "Don't know but what I be," answered the usually wary Mr. Price. "G-goin' to Harwich hain't you?" "Mebbe I be, and mebbe I hain't," said Sam, not able to repress a self-conscious snicker. "M-might as well be you as anybody, Sam," said Jethro, as he drove on.
M-man of resource. Callate you couldn't hev beat that if you was to take a week to it." "I think it only fair to tell you," said Mr. Worthington, picking up his silk hat, "that in those letters I have merely anticipated a very little my intentions in the matter. My son having proved his earnestness, I was about to consent to the marriage of my own accord." "G-goin' to do it anyway was you?"
For cussed, crisscross contrariness, give me a moss-back Democrat from a one-boss, one-man town like Suffolk. I'm a-goin' to see the show." "G-goin' to the show, be you, Amos?" said Jethro. "Yes, I be," answered Amos, bitterly. "I hain't agoin' nigh the house to-night." And with this declaration he departed. "I wonder if he really is going?" queried Mr. Merrill looking at the ceiling.
He is a little man, and has a habit of rubbing the sharp ridge of his nose. "How be you, Jethro?" says Samuel. "Killed the brindle Thursday. Finest hide you ever seed." "G-goin' to town meetin' Tuesday g-goin' to town meetin' Tuesday Sam'l?" says Jethro. "I was callatin' to, Jethro." "Democrat hain't ye Democrat?" "Callate to be." "How much store do ye set by that hide?" Samuel rubs his nose.
For cussed, crisscross contrariness, give me a moss-back Democrat from a one-boss, one-man town like Suffolk. I'm a-goin' to see the show." "G-goin' to the show, be you, Amos?" said Jethro. "Yes, I be," answered Amos, bitterly. "I hain't agoin' nigh the house to-night." And with this declaration he departed. "I wonder if he really is going?" queried Mr. Merrill looking at the ceiling.
M-man of resource. Callate you couldn't hev beat that if you was to take a week to it." "I think it only fair to tell you," said Mr. Worthington, picking up his silk hat, "that in those letters I have merely anticipated a very little my intentions in the matter. My son having proved his earnestness, I was about to consent to the marriage of my own accord." "G-goin' to do it anyway was you?"
"Aw, say, Bud," sighed Soapy, "I guess d' Kid ain't soused enough for pride yet; sling another glass int' him that'll fix him good, I reckon." "I ain't g-goin' t' drink no more," said Spike, resting heavy head between his hands, "I guess I'll b-beat it home, f'lers." "Bud," suggested Soapy, "ain't it about time you rang in little Maggie on him?"