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Gahan's glance carried to Tasor an intimation of his Jed's gratification and filled him with a chivalrous determination to do the thing required of him, or die, for he considered that he had received from the lips of his beloved ruler a commission that placed upon his shoulders a responsibility that encompassed not alone the life of Gahan and Tara but the welfare, perhaps the whole future, of Gathol.
He had no love for Little Jed's grandfather, Old Jed Thumper, the big, gray, old Rabbit who had tried so hard to drive him from the Old Pasture, but he didn't say anything. If Mrs. Peter wanted to name this one Little Jed, he wouldn't say a word. Aloud he said: "I think, my dear, that this one looks just as you must have looked when you were little, and so we'll call her Fuzzy.
He, like a hungry thing of the wilds, had found his foe's trail and meant to bag him unaided and have full vengeance and glory. But so unexpectedly, and alarmingly unconcerned, did Burke materialize in the emptiness that Jed's gun was a minute too late in getting into position. Lawson had the drop on him!
Well, I've done all I can all I'm going to do. If Jed's determined to go, he must go, I s'pose." Mattie would not let herself cry, although she felt like it. She went out and picked apples instead. Mattie might have remained so and Jedediah's romance might never have reached a better ending, if it had not been for Selena, who came over just then to help Mattie pick the golden russets.
"Besides," she went on, "I got four quarts o' seed wheat in one of them bureau drawers, and six cuttings of my best rose-bush I'm taking out to plant in Oregon. And I got three pairs of Jed's socks in another bureau drawer. It's flat on its back, bottom of the load. I ain't going to dig it out for no man." "Well, hang on to them socks, ma'am.
Wango had a great habit of running away from his master's home, and, more than once, Bunny Brown and his sister Sue had taken back the sailor's pet. This they now did again, and as they knocked at the side door, Miss Winkler opened it. "Here's your monkey back," said Bunny, after the first greetings. "Huh! 'Tisn't my monkey!" declared Miss Winkler. "It's Jed's!
Six miles away from Aunt Jed's, on the top of a hill overlooking the Housatonic Valley, stood the Leighton homestead, a fine old-fashioned house, now unoccupied save for a care-taking farmer and his wife, who farmed the Leighton acres on shares. The homestead belonged to Lewis's father, and in the natural course of events was destined to become Lewis's property.
"But I can't put up with it no more." "Jed's fault mostly," said Scattergood, as one speaks who utters an accepted fact. "No more 'n mine," she said, with a sudden flash. "I dunno what's got into us, Mr. Baines, but we no sooner git into the same room than it commences. 'Tain't no-body's fault it jest is." "Um!... Kinder like to have things the way they used to be?" "Oh, Mr. Baines!"
"Jed," he said, "Ruth tells me that you know of my good fortune. Will you congratulate me?" Jed's reply was calm and deliberate and he did his best to make it sound whole-hearted and sincere. "I sartin do," he declared.
"Darn ain't swearin'. Dorindy herself says that once in a while. I mean Alvin Baker, and Jed Dean and the rest of 'em. They was goin' on about Mr. Colton last night; said THEY wan't goin' to run at his beck and call. I told 'em, says I, 'You ain't had the chance. You'll run fast enough when you do." "Did you say that to Captain Jed?" "No-o. I said it to Alvin, but old Jed's just as bad.
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