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This was not an error of the press, but wholly my own, as it is in the "copy," sent to the printers. In finding the interesting relations held by the Rev. William Brattle with the Salem Village Parish, after the death of Mr. Green, he being called to act as their patron and guide, and eventually marrying Green's widow, his name became familiar to my thoughts, and slipped through my pen.
If anybody happened to grin at him Turkey Proudfoot was sure to take notice at once and try to pick a quarrel. After all, perhaps it wasn't strange that Turkey Proudfoot should act as he did. Being the ruler of Farmer Green's whole flock of turkeys, he was somewhat spoiled. All the hen turkeys did about as he told them to do. Or if they didn't, Turkey Proudfoot thought that they obeyed his orders.
If all his cows should die, he could buy as many more and not feel the loss." "Squire Green's a close man." "He's mean enough, if he is rich." "Sometimes the richest are the meanest." "In his case it is true." "He could give you a cow just as well as not. If I was as rich as he, I'd do it." "I believe you would, Elihu; but there's some difference between you and him."
Ladybug had said. "Mrs. Ladybug is going to have a talk with you," this meddling person told the fat and frolicsome Jennie. "She wants you to stop eating leaves. She says you are doing your best or your worst to hurt the trees that she is trying to save. She claims that you are no friend of Farmer Green's. She " Jennie Junebug broke in upon her companion with a loud laugh. "I'd like to have Mrs.
Then she stole forth from her hiding place, showing a battered face to her friends. "Good-by, everybody!" she called. "I'm going to move. I'm going 'way down to the end of the valley to live.... I'm off already," she added, as she spread her wings. Nobody ever saw Jennie Junebug on Farmer Green's place again. And Mrs. Ladybug was more than satisfied.
"When you met me in the orchard, on your way from Colorado, you stopped and asked me to direct you to Farmer Green's potato patch." For a moment or two Mr. Bug seemed puzzled especially when Mrs. Ladybug mentioned Colorado. But by the time Mrs. Ladybug had finished speaking, he nodded. "So I did!" he exclaimed. "I had forgotten all about that.
I see mother, and granny, and Uncle Jake, and I wave my hand to them, and mother throws a kiss at me and calls out, "Give my love to father," and away we go, over our fields and across the high road, and over Farmer Green's fields, and then we fly right to the top of that mountain over there! 'Do let me come, too! said Nancy. 'I want to be on the angel's back with you.
Give us all until to-morrow, before we finally doom ourselves to consider this island our living grave." Mother. "But have you no hope, Schillie, speak quickly ere they come, have you no hope?" Schillie. "Hope! hope for Aladdin's Lamp, Prince Hassan's Carpet, Green's Balloon, a Railway over the Sea. Hope nothing, and you won't be disappointed." Mother. "You are cruel, Schillie." Schillie.
She only said: "You are very kind," and then he lifted his hat, and left her at Mrs. Stutt's gate. He deliberately and literally believed, as he walked down the street directly to Green's that he was the happiest man in the world. For that matter, it is not impossible that he was.
One moment they saw him pressing his handkerchief to Green's bleeding nose; the next he was forcing a way for plucky Simmons to reach his friends: now he must needs shut Toppin up in the book-room for safety against his will, of course; then he was heard imparting to the tearful Frere a few hints on self-defence. Very soon there was no doubt in which direction the tide of victory was flowing.
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