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Nothing like good fodder to keep 'em in trim. They are getting just what you get at a training table, and I know what that does, keeps you fit as a king." "Mebbe so. I'll tell you what it'ull do for them, it'll inspire 'em to cut our bonny throats some day. The ale alone 'ud do it. Think of servin' ale to sech as them with nothin' to do but sit in the sun.
"That's more than I can tell you, ma'am. It lay on the floor in my room two nights back, and I picked it up. Well, if it ain't yourn, and I can't find no owner, it'ull do as a wedding-present for Bet." He slipped the purse again into his pocket and made off.
Reeds and willows had been used in place of nails. Two or three of the logs were spliced to grip the end cottonwoods firmly. The two men stepped on the raft. "Why didn't you go round the upper end?" "Ice," answered Wayland. "Too deep for poling in the middle?" asked Matthews. "That's why I'm going to creep along shore." "It'ull keep y' in the shadows."
Mason! he ses, 'this is an old man speak to those fellows! But feyther wouldn't. 'Let 'em trounce tha! he ses 'aye, an him too! It'ull do tha noa harm. Well, an what did he say, Mr. Helbeck? I'd like to know." "Say? Nothing except that it was a long way, and I might have the pony carriage." Laura's tone was rather dry.
"Then I sed my will an' Tilly writ it down an', oh, Hillard, I am so anxious to hear you read it. I wanter see how it'ull feel fer a man to have his will read after he is dead an' an' how his widder takes it," he added, glancing at Aunt Sally "an' his friends. I wanter heah you read it, Hillard, in that deep organ way of yours, like you read the Old Testament.
He makes believe as he's gone for a walk, but he'll be turning back again about such time as the men are turning out of the public there! Then, come next week, he'll be droppin' into one cottage or another about such time as the man comes in from work, and it'ull be, 'So and so, I'm afraid you had a glass too much on Saturday night.
And slowly the rims of Tilly's eyes and the tip of her nose reddened and swelled. "No, I can't picture it, Mary what it'ull be like 'ere without you," she said; and pulling out her handkerchief blew snort after snort, which was Tilly's way nowadays of having a good cry. "There, there, Baby, Auntie's only got the sniffles.
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