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'All right, says I, 'you'll find me at the tavern in the town over there if you want to change your mind. Think it over. I'll give you two days to get the coin together. "With that I got up and walked away, just as calm as you please. I knowed he was done for. He killed your grandpa sure, David, and he knowed he was found out.
"Yes, please do," begged Jan. And while the children are eating their late supper, and Grandpa Martin is telling them his plans, I will stop just a little while to make my new readers better acquainted with the Curlytops and their friends. You have already met Theodore, or Teddy or Ted, Martin, and his sister Janet, or Jan.
Altogether, this seemed a charming little person to be found in such a locality, where, commonly, the people were poor and ill-fed, and looked sad rather than glad. The lady's surprise was expressed in her question, "Little girl, where do you live? How came you in this neighborhood?" "Why I belong here, 'course. Me an' grandpa live in the littlest house in Ne' York.
So with an apple dumpling carefully wrapped up in a napkin and put in a basket, Uncle Wiggily started off through the woods and over the fields to Grandpa Goosey's house. "I wonder if I shall have an adventure today?" thought the rabbit gentleman as he waved his ears to and fro like the pendulum of a clock. "I think I would like one to give me an appetite for supper.
Very soberly she walked back to the pew and took her place between grandpa and grandma. They looked rather sober, too; she wondered if they, also, had had trouble with their souls. Then Brother Poole bade the repentant sinners to "stand up and testify." One or two of the older sinners, who had repented before, rose first to show how this was done.
They went back up the blossoming orchard path, stopping at the pump, which was mid-way to the house, to take up a pail of water. They left it at the back door under the vines, and Uncle Neil went round to the garden at the other side of the old rambling house, to help his sister with her onions. Christina ran round to the side door where Grandpa was sitting in the sun on the old sloping porch.
Well, about every day he writes her a fresh one, and then in the evening he stays later than the rest, and reads 'em to her and you ought to hear grandpa when he gets to talkin' about it!" "He's perfectly right," said Noble. "Perfectly! What does he say when he talks about it, Herbert?"
As it was, she proceeded circumspectly to the library, drawing the broker by the hand. "I want you to see, grandpa, if you don't think I made my parting real straight this morning," she said as she softly closed the door. "Gently on my arm, Jewel," he remonstrated, wincing as she returned, flinging her energetic little body against him. "I have the rheumatism like the devil pardon me."
She could see over the hull world, and could see that, like little children of one family, the nations wuz all havin' their own separate work to do to help their Pa's and Ma's their Pa Progress, and Grandpa Civilization, and their Ma and Grandma Love and Humanity.
She nodded to him gaily as she met his eyes. "Come right in!" she said hospitably. "And I shall tell Grandpa Quiller who you are." "Aye, but I know," broke in the old man eagerly. "Master Bernard, ain't it? That's right, sonny. That's right. Yes, come in! There! I never thought to see you again. That I never did.
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