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The cat got up on the counter on a pile of brown wrapping paper, curved its back and purmeyowed, and the strange animal jumped into a half barrel of dried apples and began to dig with all four feet, as though to make a bed to lie in. "Take that animalcule, or whatever it is, out of them apples," said the old groceryman, picking up a fire-poker.
"Your bird looks kind of ragged, as though he hadn't been treated well," said Mr. Morris, as he examined the scarlet plumage. "My boy wants a redbird, and I promised him one if he would get the highest grade in arithmetic in his class this term and he did it, so of course I must keep my word. What d'ye ask for this bird?" "He'd be cheap at five dollars," answered the groceryman.
He called the groceryman names enough to convince Rosemary that her list had not been too long for his purse, and that Luck's occasional statement that he was broke must be taken figuratively; Luck breathed a sigh of relief that Rosemary, at least, was once more spared the knowledge that all was not yet plain sailing to a smooth harbor.
"Let this be a lesson to you to be kind to dumb animals," said the boy to the old man, as he finished the bottle of horseradish, and put his hands on his stomach. "Write to me, won't you?" said the old groceryman, "and may the fiercest grizzly bear get you, and eat you, condemn you," and the old man opened the door and pointed to the street. "Sure," said the Bad Boy.
Davis. "Live stock this time. A passenger for you, with his ticket and all. Let him go through to the coaches, George. It's all right. He'll explain." He lifted the lid of the box and Bob stepped out. The baggage man stared, but he knew and trusted Mr. Davis. "Don't thank me, lad," said the groceryman kindly as Bob tried to pour out his thanks.
Not entirely complete, either the old stove had no pipe. But just then it happened that the groceryman came along, making one of his two trips a week. He would deliver during the afternoon, he said, and could bring along some pipe for us. He did that, but it was a kind of pipe that didn't fit not very well.
"Shall I drag along a bishop or will an ordinary minister do?" She tried to smile in response. "Good night, dear," he said, and raised her hand again to his lips. "Good night." "Is that all?" "All." "No trimmings? You might say good night to the groceryman that way." "Good night dear," she said, obediently. "It's true. I'm not dreaming it. Noon TO-MORROW?" "Noon to-morrow," she repeated.
The old groceryman had a war map spread out on the counter, and for an hour he had stood up in front of it, reading a morning paper, with his thumb on Port Arthur, his fingers covering the positions occupied by the Japanese and Russian forces in Manchuria, and his face working worse than the face of the Czar eating a caviar sandwich and ordering troops to the far east, at the same time shying at dynamite bombs of nihilists.
"Well, pa," said I, looking him straight in the eye, "where are we going next?" The Bad Boy Calls on the Old Groceryman and Gets Acquainted with His New Dog Off Again to See America.
A series of wild shouts arose on the still morning air. The groceryman had brought food from the store. When the horse had been unhitched and put into a shed he and his wife began to carry packages into the house. The four Leander boys, accompanied by their sister, disappeared into the near-by fields. Three dogs that had trotted out from town under the wagon accompanied the children.
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