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No need to say more; Joel's heels beat the hastiest of retreats, as he scuttled off at the liveliest pace of which he was capable. Old Mr. King, left alone, nodded to himself two or three times, and smiled in a pleased way. "The very thing," he said at last, and in as great satisfaction as if he had been talking to a good listener. Joel rushed along at a breakneck pace to make up for lost time.
When Grandma really got this letter by heart, she laughed and said it had done her good, and she wished Joel was there this minute, in which Peletiah hardly concurred, being unable to satisfy Joel's athletic demands. And then she looked over at the little mahogany stand, and the tears rolled down her withered old cheeks.
Woods, though a native colonist, is an Old England parson, and he has so many popish ways about him, that I am under considerable concern of mind" concern, of itself, was not sufficiently emphatic for one of Joel's sensitive feelings "I am under considerable concern of mind about the children.
The beverage was always milk, and tall pitchers of it were constantly filled and emptied during this as well as the other meals. And then there were eggs eggs hard boiled, eggs soft boiled, eggs medium, eggs poached until, at the end of the season, the mere mention of eggs caused Joel's stomach to writhe in disgust.
Dicky, now that the excitement in Joel's room had died down, had lost his relish for it, and he now pranced into Mrs. Whitney's room. "Who, mamma?" "Mrs. Chatterton," said Mrs. Whitney unguardedly. "She has disagreeably intruded herself upon me." "Has she been in here?" asked Dick in astonishment. "Yes; asking if she can sit with me," and Polly started at the look in the usually soft blue eyes.
"I'll git home in time ter bake a batch er gingerbread fer tea," she continued, "Joel's paowerful fond er gingerbread an' it'll sort er pay him fer eatin' such a dinner with such endurin' patience." Almira Meeks lay back in the big old fashioned rocker, too tired, she declared, to care "whether school kept or not."
Joel shrank away gasping. "Want me to tell you a story?" Celia did not wait for Joel's assent. The ministering hand nestled against his cheek; she drew a long breath and began. "Once when I was a little girl, there was a giant lived up by my house. And he was an awful wicked giant, and he used to bite people's heads off. And he wanted to fight everybody, and everybody was scared 'cept just me."
And pretty soon they were all ready, and Joel's swollen nose and red eyes didn't look so very much as if he had been crying, and Polly's face showed very little trace, after all, that she had been crying, too. So they all went down to the gate, Mother Pepper and Polly and Joel carrying David, and Phronsie walking gravely behind.
A cloud fell over Joel's face. "Where is he?" he asked. "Oh, in the little room back. He won't show his face here, and yet he can't keep away, he says. You must get your hand on him, Pepper," and Little Perkins hurried off. Joel dashed into the "little room back." "How d'ye, Johnson?" putting out his hand "Come out for a walk, do; why, this room is stifling."
So Joel put his Father into the Spring Wagon and hauled him over the Hills to the Charity Pavilion, where all the Old Gentleman had to do was to sit around in the Sun looking at the Pictures in last year's Illustrated Papers and telling what a Chump he had been. But sometimes a Man is not all in, simply because he looks to be wrinkled and doddering. Joel's Father had a Few Thinks coming to him.
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