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And he'll be lazy if he lives to be a hundred years old or even a hundred and fifty." Now, a young chap called Brownie Beaver heard all this, as he stood in Grandaddy's doorway and peeped inside the house. And he thought it was a shame that somebody couldn't make Timothy Turtle mend his ways. To Brownie Bearer it seemed that Timothy Turtle was old enough to behave himself.
But the woman wouldn't keep me, I was no good, and I was ashamed to tell Charles Stuart I'd gone, he was so awful good, and so me and grandaddy moved in here and I didn't let on, and I got washing; but the lady didn't pay me, and oh, Lizzie, grandaddy's sick and I couldn't help it." "Couldn't help what?" asked Elizabeth, puzzled over the incoherent recital. "Tell me all about it, Eppie."
Brownie waited in silence while the old gentleman thought, with his eyes shut tight. Brownie watched him for a long time. Once or twice he thought he heard something that sounded like a snore. But he knew it couldn't be that it was only the thoughts trying to get inside Grandaddy's head. At last Grandaddy sat up with a start. "Have you thought of something?" Brownie inquired. "What's that?"
She differed little in appearance from other women; her voice was low and deep; she could read. She bought books and magazines. He was coming back from Grandaddy's south pasture and rode the trail past the Bar-O to see what he could see. He pictured Maizie as wearing overalls, a man's shirt with the tail out, a big slouch hat, and buckskin gloves.
They explained nothing. The Bar-O, with its mixed up domestic complications, was still an isolated enigma. "That fall was the time of the great train robbery. The event occurred at the same time as the local raid on Gatty's Quart Shop. The world news was minimized by the local affair. We gave it little thought. In the week following, several cattle men headquartered here and at Grandaddy's.
I doubt if Father would know, if he were here. He and Grandaddy might exchange quips or gibes over the matter of sales or production but they didn't broadcast as to funds on hand. "Truly, I don't care to know how much money is in Grandaddy's keyster, that's his affair. But it's irksome and tragic not to know one's limitations.
"They laughed at me, too," Brownie Beaver told him. "There's nobody in this village that'll laugh again tonight," Grandaddy said very solemnly, "for there's a-going to be a flood before morning." Brownie Beaver was always glad that he had taken Grandaddy's advice about the freshet. And Brownie's neighbors were glad that he had, too.
Grandaddy asked. "Oh, yes! I've a good idea," he said. "What you must do is to tie your house so the wind can't blow it away." Brownie thanked him. And he went away feeling quite happy again until he reached home and started to follow Grandaddy's advice. Then he saw that he had forgotten something. He hadn't anything with which to tie his house and make it safe from the cyclone.
Dey shore ain't got no claim on yo' an' yo' ain't got no call to jump every time sech as them crooks they fingers." Dr. Harry shook his head solemnly. "Now Mam Liz, I'm afraid you're an aristocrat." "Cos I's a 'ristocrat. Ain't I a Abbott? Ain't I bo'n in de fambly in yo' grandaddy's time ain't I nuss yo' Pa an' yo? 'Ristocrat! Huh! Deed I is.
"There's two men down there an' they're goin' to take grandaddy's house away from him, only the master says he won't let them." Here was exciting news. The boys ran on ahead, and Elizabeth and Eppie quickly followed, the former plying her hostess with wondering questions. A smart horse and a shiny top-buggy were standing in the barnyard.
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