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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?"
"D-don't hate me, Cynthy don't hate me?" She shook her head. "Love me a little?" She reached up her hands and brushed back his hair, tenderly, from his forehead. Such a loving gesture was her answer. "You are going to stay here always, now," she said, in a low voice, "you are never going away again." "G-goin' to stay always," he answered.
"W-want to stop this consolidation, don't you want' to stop it?" "Certainly I do." "G-goin' to do all you can to stop it hain't you?" "Certainly I am." "I-I'll help you," said Jethro. "Help us!" exclaimed Balch. "Great Scott, we want you to take charge of it." "I-I'll do all I can, but I won't guarantee it w-won't guarantee it," said Jethro. "We don't ask you to guarantee it.
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.
"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.
"D-don't hate me, Cynthy don't hate me?" She shook her head. "Love me a little?" She reached up her hands and brushed back his hair, tenderly, from his forehead. Such a loving gesture was her answer. "You are going to stay here always, now," she said, in a low voice, "you are never going away again." "G-goin' to stay always," he answered.
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.
"D-don't hate me, Cynthy don't hate me?" She shook her head. "Love me a little?" She reached up her hands and brushed back his hair, tenderly, from his forehead. Such a loving gesture was her answer. "You are going to stay here always, now," she said, in a low voice, "you are never going away again." "G-goin' to stay always," he answered.
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.
"W-want to stop this consolidation, don't you want' to stop it?" "Certainly I do." "G-goin' to do all you can to stop it hain't you?" "Certainly I am." "I-I'll help you," said Jethro. "Help us!" exclaimed Balch. "Great Scott, we want you to take charge of it." "I-I'll do all I can, but I won't guarantee it w-won't guarantee it," said Jethro. "We don't ask you to guarantee it.
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