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The horse was walking now, and suddenly Jethro Bass faced around, and her heart stood still. "H-how be you, Cynthy?" he asked. "How do you do, Jethro?" A thrush in the woods began to sing a hymn, and they listened. After that a silence, save for the notes of answering birds quickened by the song, the minister's horse nibbling at the bushes.
He had made one comment when Dud had proposed sitting in to the game of draw. "H-how much m-mazuma you got?" "Twenty-five bucks left." "If you s-stay outa that game you'll earn t-twenty-five bucks the quickest you ever did in yore life." Youth likes to buy its experience and not borrow it. Dud knew now that Blister had been a wise prophet in his generation.
"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 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.
"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.
A girl appeared in the opening, desperately white and desperately composed. "H-how did you know I was there?" she asked shakily. She moistened her lips. "You didn't see me! I was in a closet, and you didn't even enter the room!" Calhoun said grimly, "I've sources of information. Murgatroyd told me this time. May I present him? Murgatroyd, our passenger. Shake hands."
"G-guess it's because I'm not good enough to be anything more," he remarked suddenly. "Is that it?" "You have not tried even to be a friend," she said. "H-how about Worthington?" he persisted. "Just friends with him?" "I won't talk about Mr. Worthington," cried Cynthia, desperately, and retreated toward the lantern again. "J-just friends with Worthington?"
In fact, these suggested one or two little things to me, which might be of interest to you." "Well," said Jethro, "they might, and then again they mightn't. Guess it depends." "Depends!" exclaimed the man of leisure, "depends on what?" "H-how much you know about it." Young Mr. Worthington, instead of being justly indignant, laughed and settled himself comfortably on a pile of bark.
"It's real nice of you to come in like this for a friendly conflab," said the seaman, dangerously pleasant. "M-Man, t-take your h-hand off m-me! H-How dare y-you a-assault m-me! I'll h-have the law on y-you!" "That's all right, Harry." The expression on the Captain's face contrasted sharply with his quiet words. "There'll be plenty of time for that.
He carried his big head bent forward, a little to one aide, and was not, at first sight, a prepossessing-looking person. As our story largely concerns him and we must get started somehow, it may as well be to fix a little attention on him. "Heigho!" said Jock, rubbing his hands on his leather apron. "H-how be you, Jock?" said Jethro, stopping.
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