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It became easier than ever to separate the Republican and the British elements on that coach. "Well," said Mr. Hinkson, "don't you folks get pretty tired of paying Victoria taxes sometimes?" The British contingent seemed to find this amusing. The Americans looked as if it were no laughing matter. "I don't believe Her Majesty is much the richer for all she gets out of us," said Mr. Pabbley.
Hinkson of Iowa, who sat in a conspicuous cross-legged position in the foreground, drew from his pocket a handkerchief and spread it carefully out over one knee. It was not an ordinary handkerchief, it was a pocket edition of the Stars and Stripes, all red, and blue, and white, and it attracted the instant attention of every eye. One of the eyes was Mr.
"You don't seem to be trying for the championship," laughingly remarked Abby Patterson to Abner Dudley that evening as they sat side by side in the long line of busy shuckers. "See how William Hinkson, Jed White and John Smith are working; and look how swiftly Thomas Miles is reducing his heap. I do believe he will win the contest."
As for the two gay youths, Thomas Hinkson and William Smith, who sat opposite, if Abner thought of them at all, it was only to pity them that the width of the table-cloth divided them from the angelic being at his right; although they had for their companions, Molly Trabue and Sally Bledsoe, who in their own buxom style were accounted beauties.
"Ah!" exclaimed Gilcrest; "I must remonstrate with Hinkson." "I'll be obliged if you will. I said all I could to him with no avail." "It's a wrong use of the Word," said Gilcrest. "Oh, I don't say that," Dudley replied. "If the text were not such hard reading for the little fellows, I'd be satisfied to have the Bible the only reader used in school." "No, no!"
You only want intelligence and exact knowledge. 'Oh, Clitherton's all right. His head's screwed on the right way. He knows his subject. 'Not well enough. He's a political theorist, not a good economist. That's hopeless. Why didn't you get Hinkson to do it? 'Hinkson can't write for nuts. 'Doesn't matter. Hinkson wouldn't have slipped up over his figures or dates.
Meanwhile, John Hinkson had reached Exeter, only to find that his brother was crippled for funds and could give him no help. He obtained the syrup that his sister-in-law had made from the pine sap and, after indulging in a short visit, made an early start for home. The roads were very rough, and the horse loosened a shoe on the way.
This strange experience of the Puddington household was told throughout the village. Some were satisfied that witchery was no longer to be feared, but others still held their belief. In course of time, however, the witch acts believed of Jane Walford were forgotten. John Hinkson led his saddled horse from the stable one September morning in 1662.
"If you do," remarked John Calvin, as he attacked the wing of a fried chicken, "I suppose you'll think it an 'evidence of conversion, as old Daddy Stratton shouted out this morning when Billy Hinkson fell to the ground foaming at the mouth." "'Evidence of conversion, indeed!" rejoined Betty. "I never felt further from it in my life.
"Hold out yer apurns, gals, an' tek some apples 'long," he added to the twins. "You kin roast 'em on the h'arth." "I hear, Mr. Dudley," said Gilcrest presently, "that you use the Bible as a reading-book in your school." "Only in one instance," replied Dudley. "Eli and Jacob Hinkson use the Bible as a reader because their father refuses to get them any other."
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