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Jeptha, in his Sunday coat, with a red geranium in his button-hole, looked cheerfully conscious of his own splendour; and his wife's little wrinkled face beamed with kindness and hospitality. "Jim can't get away yet, I'm sorry to say," she said, "but he'll be in afterwards. Sit down, all of you, please. Draw up to the table, ma'am!"
"But perhaps Uncle Jeptha signed the option thinking it was for a shorter time." "That wouldn't help you none. The paper was signed. And why should Pepper have buncoed him at that time?" "Why should he be so eager to get the farm now?" asked Hiram. "Well, I'll tell you. It ain't out yet.
Atterson!" exclaimed the real estate man, cheerfully, "as property is selling in this locality now, sixteen hundred dollars is a mighty good offer for your farm. You ask anybody. Why, Uncle Jeptha knew it was; otherwise he wouldn't have given me the option, for he didn't believe I'd come up with the price. He knew it was a high offer."
Uncle Jeptha couldn't fuss with chickens, and he didn't raise only a smitch of 'em last year and the year before just them that the hens hatched themselves in stolen nests, and chanced to bring up alive. "You better grease the cart before you use it. It's stood since they hauled in corn last fall. "And look out for Dickerson. Ask him for the things he borrowed.
From time to time you have borrowed while Uncle Jeptha was alive quite a number of tools. I want them. I have made inquiries and I know what tools they are. Just be prepared to put them into my wagon, will you?" He turned on his heel without further words and left the Dickersons to catch their horses, and to repair the fence both of which they did promptly.
A brave man is mentioned as having been a "weaving woman's son," with much the same emphasis as Jeptha is spoken of as the son of an Harlot. Mechanic wares were disposed of at those stated gatherings, which combined popular games, chariot races for the nobles, and markets for the merchants.
Bobbie unfastened the covers with feverish haste; and there was a hutch such as he had never even dreamt of, with a row of four little eager noses sticking out between the bars. A label hanging to the wire said, "From the two light gentlemen." "Well now, Master Bobbie, if ever I saw the like of that!" cried Jeptha admiringly.
If I'd a house full of Lem Camps to cook for, I'd think I was next door to heaven." It was dusk when they arrived in sight of the little house beside the road in which Uncle Jeptha Atterson had lived out his long life. Hiram had a good fire going in both the kitchen and sitting room, and the lamplight flung through the windows made the place look cheerful indeed to the travelers.
"Do you know that in the performance of your vow, if necessary, no toil, no privation, no suffering of mind or body, no dearest interest of your life, no strongest affection of your soul, but must be sacrificed; do you comprehend all this?" "Yes, mamma; I knew it before, and I have read of Jeptha and his daughter." "Now, Miriam, kneel down, fold your hands, and give them to me between my own.
With tremblin' fingers I onpinned the cameo pin, and with a noble jester that would have become Jeptha as he gin his only daughter for a sacrifice, I handed it out to 'em. And sez I, "If that is what you want, take it, and then bear me back safely to my beloved pardner agin." But they never touched it. They only jabbered away louder and more fierce like and yanked me along faster than ever.
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