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"Blount," prompted the gratified "Redny." "If Mr. Blount will be good enough to permit you to do so." "Why, sartin. Jump right up. Giddap, you!" There was but one passenger, besides the Major and Augustus, in the "depot wagon" that morning. This passenger was Mrs. Polena Ginn, who had been to Brockton on a visit. To Mrs.
Don't set around in that rig any longer. Makes me feel as if you'd come to call on the parson. Take off your coat and bonnet and let's be sociable. And while we're talkin' you turn to and get supper. I'm pretty nigh starved to death. So's the cap'n; he said so." Mrs. Ginn looked at Captain Dan. There was a twinkle in his eye. Azuba noticed that twinkle.
"I'll go now," she cried, "if I have to go bareheaded! I'll show you! Let go of me!" Mr. Ginn had thrown an arm about her waist. She pulled his hair and gave him some vigorous slaps on the cheek, but he smiled on. "You want to get supper, Zuby," he coaxed. "I know you do. You just think it over now. It's too noisy out here to do much thinkin'. Where's a nice quiet place?
Go now." "But, Ger Miss Dott, I I don't you see it was all a mistake? "Stop! I am trying very hard to keep my temper. We have had scenes enough to-night. My mother is ill and she must not be disturbed again. If you do not go to your room and pack and leave at once, I shall call Mr. Ginn and have you put out, just as you are. I am giving you that opportunity. You had better avail yourself of it.
"You bet! Mighty good! Some people I knew and liked in Scarford have bought the Black cottage here in Trumet. I rather guess I am responsible in a way; I preached Cape Cod to 'em pretty steady. The Fenholtzes! Well, well!" "What I realy wrote you for," continued Mr. Ginn, at the top of page four, "was to tell you that I had a feller come to see me Yesterday.
Ginn," said Gertrude, "this gentleman is going to his room for a few minutes. He is preparing to leave us. If he doesn't come down and leave this house in a reasonable time will you kindly assist him? He will, no doubt, send for his trunks to-morrow. But he must go to-night. He must. Do you understand, Mr. Ginn?" Laban grinned. "I cal'late I do," he said. "Zuba's been tellin' me some. He'll go."
Frazer, J.G. The Golden Bough: Part I, The Magic Art and the Evolution of Kings. 2 vols. Macmillan. London, 1911. First published in Anthropological Essays presented to E.B. Tylor in honour of his 75th birthday. Oct. 2, 1907. 416 pp. The Clarendon Press, Oxford, 1907. Sumner, W.G. Folkways. 692 pp. Ginn & Co. Boston, 1907. Boas, Franz. The Mind of Primitive Man. 294 pp. Macmillan.
"It's me, all right," he observed grimly. "Who the devil is this? That's what I want to know." Daniel turned to the captive. "Why why, Percy!" he gasped. "What what's happened to you? Let go of him, Labe Ginn! Percy Hungerford, what what's all this?" Mr. Hungerford, suddenly freed from the grasp upon his torn shirt collar, staggered against the wall. "It's it's a mistake," he panted.
The person who had so unceremoniously entered the kitchen was Azuba's husband, mate of the tramp steamer. "For the land sakes! Laban Ginn!" repeated Daniel. Mr. Ginn grinned cheerfully. He was six feet tall, or thereabouts, and more than half as wide. His hair and beard were grayish red and his face reddish brown.
Louise McCoy North's Historical Address, delivered at Wellesley's quarter centennial, in June 1900, to Professor George Herbert Palmer's "Life of Alice Freeman Palmer," published by the Houghton Mifflin Co., to Professor Margarethe Muller's "Carla Wenckebach, Pioneer," published by Ginn & Co.; to Dean Waite, Miss Edith Souther Tufts, Professor Sarah F. Whiting, Miss Louise Manning Hodgkins, Professor Emeritus Mary A. Willcox, Mrs.
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