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There's Joll's Farm close by; Farmer Joll would board and lodge en for nine shillings a week, and glad of the chance; and he could come home for Sundays." Mr. Raymond, as soon as he reached home, sat down and wrote a letter to Mendarva the Smith and another to Farmer Joll. Within a week the bargains were struck, and it was settled that Taffy should go at once.
Taffy was grateful for the milk. While he drank it, the voices of the children outside rose suddenly to shouts of laughter. "That will be their father come home," said Mrs. Joll, and going to the side door called to him. "John, put the children down! Mr. Raymond's son is here." Mr.
He speaks of "boil'd Pork, boil'd Pigeons, boil'd Bacon and boil'd Venison; rost Beef, rost Lamb, rost Fowls, rost Turkey, pork and beans;" "Frigusee of Fowls," "Joll of Salmon," "Oysters, Fish and Oyl, conners, Legg of Pork, hogs Cheek and souett; pasty, bread and butter; Minc'd Pye, Aplepy, tarts, gingerbread, sugar'd almonds, glaz'd almonds;" honey, curds and cream, sage cheese, green pease, barley, "Yokhegg in milk, chockolett, figgs," oranges, shattucks, apples, quinces, strawberries, cherries, and raspberries; a very fair list of viands.
He was soon gone. "Where's Pink Tommy?" cried Zura, as I entered the living-room. "Where's Mr. Hanaford?" I questioned back. "Why, he took his book and left. Didn't you say he was in a hurry?" "Yes, I did; so was Mr. Chalmers. He left good-by!" "Good-by?" In Zura's question there was much annoyance and some anger. Jane chimed in. "Both the boys gone? What a pity! I've just made a relly joll."
The Bryanite sprang to his feet, overturning the settle with a crash. "Tid'n no use. I must skip! Who'll dance wi' me?" He held out his hands to Mrs. Joll. She took them, and skipped once shamefacedly. Lizzie, with flaming cheeks, pushed her aside. "Leave me try, mis'ess; I shall die if I don't." She caught the preacher's hands, and the two leapt about the kitchen.
Farmer Joll looked at Taffy with a shyness that was comic. "Shall we?" "Mr. Raymond will be tired enough already," his wife suggested. "Not a bit," declared Taffy; and hoisting Bob on his back, he set off furiously prancing after the farmer. By dinner-time he and the family were fast friends, and after dinner the farmer took him off to be introduced to Mendarva the Smith.
But I don't go by Mendarva's shop that's where you work though 'tis the shortest way; because there's a woman buried in the road there, with a stake through her, and I'm a terrible coward for ghosts." She paused as if expecting him to say something; but Taffy was staring at a "neck" of corn, elaborately plaited, which hung above the mantel-shelf. And just then Mrs. Joll entered the kitchen.
Joll and Lizzie tubbed the children there, and then he would carry his books off to the best parlour or stroll around the farm with Mr. Joll and discuss the stock. There were no loose rails in Mr. Joll's gates, no farm implements lying out in the weather to rust. Mr.
"I can dance higher than mis'ess!" Farmer Joll looked on with a dazed face. "Hallelujah!" "Amen!" he said at intervals, quite mechanically. The pair stood under the bacon rack and began to whirl like dervishes hands clasped, toes together, bodies leaning back and almost rigid. They whirled until Taffy's brain whirled with them.
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