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Throwing yourself at Jed's head and he doesn't want you, even with all your property." "He does want me," said Mattie calmly. Her lips were very firm and her cheeks scarlet. "He is not going away. We are to be married about Christmas, and Jed will take charge of the farm for me." "Matilda Adams!" said Selena. It was all she was capable of saying.
I guess Jed must have left a window open and the monkey got out, though he doesn't generally skip around outdoors in cold weather. Then he must have come along the street until he got to my place, and, when he saw the door open, in he popped. Jed's house is only a few steps from here. But I wish Jed would come and get his Wango."
And then well, then " "Yes?" "Oh, I don't know! I declare I don't." "Suppose he tells me he means to marry her in spite of everything? Suppose he won't listen to me at all?" That possibility had been in Jed's mind from the beginning, but he refused to consider it. "He will listen," he declared, stoutly. "He always has, hasn't he?" "Yes, yes, I suppose he has.
Aunt Jed's house nobody ever called it anything else was typical of the old New England style, except that a broad veranda had been added to the length of the front by the generation that had outraged custom and reduced the best parlor and the front door to everyday uses.
Babbie and I would like first-rate to have you stay. Wouldn't we, Babbie?" Barbara nodded. "Yes, sir," she said. "And the chowder will be awf'ly good. Uncle Jed's chowders always are." "I'm sure of it." Major Grover's look of surprise was more evident than ever as he gazed first at Barbara and then at Mr. Winslow. His next question was addressed to the latter.
They are on the window-sill only hurry Dan, hurry!" Dan went about his task in his own way, taking time to find an oil lamp on the shelf behind the door and deliberately lighting it before he took his seat at the telephone. As he waited for the connection, his puzzled, troubled eyes dwelt not on Uncle Jed, but on the crimson boots and fantastic cap of Uncle Jed's companion. "Dr.
Very likely Captain Sam, who had sent them in the first place, would return with them. And Captain Sam knew that the key was not really lost. Jed's satisfaction in the fact that he had escaped tenantless so far was nullified by the fear that his freedom was but temporary. He cooked his dinner, but ate little.
Winslow Jed, I mean you have done so much for us already; will you do one thing more?" Jed's answer was given with no trace of his customary hesitation. "Yes," he said. "This is really for me, perhaps, more than for Charles or at least as much." Again there was no hesitation in the Winslow reply. "That won't make it any harder," he observed, gravely. "Thank you.
"Poker? seven-up?" "Isn't there another game called penuchle?" Mrs. Purdy ventured, evidently treading unfamiliar ground. "Yes!" cried Nance. "That's Uncle Jed's game. We used to play it heaps before Rosy cut up the queens for paper dolls." "Now isn't it too wonderful that you should happen to know that particular game?" said Mrs.
To save us. Shall we send him back under a rifle guard? Or shall we have Sheriff Brandt come and get him?" "Gracious goodness, gyurl, shet up whilst I think. Killed a man, eh? This valley has always been open to fugitives. Ain't that right, Jed?" "To fugitives, yes," said Jed significantly. "But that fact ain't proved." "Jed's getting right important.
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