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Come here and let me introduce you and don't look so horrified, honey!" Those incorrigibles, her cousins, would have whooped with joy at her unmistakable terror when she held out a trembling hand and gasped faintly: "H-how do you do?"
"H-how much did you git for your wool, Chester h-how much?" "Guess you hain't here to talk about wool, Bije," said Chester, red with anger. "Kind of neglectin' the farm lately, I hear," observed Bijah. "Jethro Bass sent you up to find out how much I was neglectin' it," retorted Chester, throwing all caution to the winds. "Thinkin' of upsettin' Jethro, be you?
"H-how much do they git for that noise h-how much do they git?" Mr. Beard tenderly lifted the hand from his knee and stared at Jethro with his mouth open, like a man aroused from a bad dream. "Who? What noise?" he demanded. "The Dutchmen," said Jethro. "H-how much do they git for that noise?" "Oh!" Mr. Beard glanced at the band and began to laugh.
"I couldn't make it," sobbed Oh-Pshaw. "My knee I don't know what's the matter with it, I can't walk on it, it keeps doubling up under me. I fell down on it every other step and each time it hurt worse. I only got a little way and then I knew it would take me hours to get back to town, so I came back to tell you. H-how did you get the m-man loose and up on shore?" Sahwah explained briefly.
"I went to Harwich with Moses before that bad spell I had in March," he answered. Cynthia smiled from pure happiness, for she began to see the drift of things now. "H-how long since you've b'en in foreign parts?" said Jethro. "'Sixty-five," answered Ephraim, with astonishing promptness. "Er like to go to Washington with us to-morrow like to go to Washington?" Ephraim gasped, even as Cynthia had.
And even that he pronounced as shyly as a girl. "My kid!" the old man said, shakingly. "H-how have they treated you, Buster?" It was a nickname he had given his son when he was a sturdy, round-faced urchin of eight, and which he had laid away regretfully in lavender, so to speak, when the boy grew to manhood. "You came, didn't you?" Kirk said, in a voice not at all like his own.
Lorraine parried awkwardly. "I don't " "Did they git Frank, las' night?" Brit's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching pitilessly for the truth. "Don't lie to me, Raine it ain't going to help any. Was it Frank or Lone? They's a dead man laid out on this ranch. Who is it?" "F-frank," Lorraine stammered, backing away from him. "H-how did you know?" "How did it happen?"
Jethro focussed a look upon the painter. "Er painter-man, be you? Paint Cynthy's picture?" "But I don't want to be painted, Uncle Jethro. I won't be painted!" "H-how much for a good picture? Er only want the best only want the best." The painter said a few things, with pardonable heat, to the effect well, never mind the effect. His remarks made no impression whatever upon Jethro.
"H-how is it written," said Jethro, leaning over it, "h-how is it written?" "Cynthy," answered Mr. Judson, involuntarily. "Then make it Cynthy make it Cynthy." "Cynthy it shall be," said Mr. Judson, with conviction. "When'll you have it done?" "To-night," replied Mr. Judson, with a twinkle in his eye, "to-night, as a special favor." "What time w-what time?" "Seven o'clock, sir.
Jethro focussed a look upon the painter. "Er painter-man, be you? Paint Cynthy's picture?" "But I don't want to be painted, Uncle Jethro. I won't be painted!" "H-how much for a good picture? Er only want the best only want the best." The painter said a few things, with pardonable heat, to the effect well, never mind the effect. His remarks made no impression whatever upon Jethro.
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