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Margaret looked at him as if he were an accusing spirit, coming down, as every woman must, from heights of self-renunciation or bold resolve, to an undarned stocking or an uncooked meal. "Kittle's b'ilin'," he announced, flinging in the information as a general gratuity. "That will do, Joel," said Mrs. Howth. The tone of stately blandness which Mrs.
Don't yer be feared, I knows how ter take a scalp off fine fer stuffin'. To-morrer we'll take the meat. He's not long out of the velvet. Go right over ter the camp an' shift yer wet boots. Frenchy he'll show yer. Kittle's bilin' an' everything ready. It do be a fine day's work." They all looked so happy that the last doubt left my mind.
"'T ain't every day one has th' parson to talk ter. I kin shift ter do it all an' it's no use havin' a dog an' doin' yer own barkin', like the sayin' is. Th' biscuits is done brown an' th' kittle's on the bile." She ran out again for our dishes, and Daddy turned to our two friends. "You are looking at an abject slave and a young lady who is getting fairly tamed, though at times she still rebels.
"So yer could, fer a fact," he admitted, "but yer couldn't run out handy an' fetch doctor, so I might as well stay here an' ye kin do a job of sleepin'." As he hurried out Susie came in from the kitchen, buxom and rosy of cheek. "Th' kittle's biled ef you is ready," she announced. "Yer must be a-perishin' fer a sup an' a bite."
This evening, in his delirium, he called me his darling, but never before this has he ever said a word of love to me. He's just been a friend to me, Daddy, such a friend!" "How can he help loving you?" said the dear old man. But I did not answer, and for a time we remained in silence, watching the wood fire in the tiny chimney, until Susie came in. "Th' kittle's biled," she announced.
Margret looked at him as if he were an accusing spirit, coming down, as woman must, from heights of self-renunciation or bold resolve, to an undarned stocking or an uncooked meal. "Kittle's b'ilin'," he announced, flinging in the information as a general gratuity. "That will do, Joel," said Mrs. Howth. The tone of stately blandness which Mrs.
The housekeeper rattled on without waiting for an answer. "Supper's on the table and the kittle's abilin'. You better eat in a hurry, 'cause it's meetin' time now. Your uncle, he started ten minutes ago. I'm agoin' right along, too, but I ain't goin' to meetin'; I'm agoin' up to Betsy E.'s to stay all night.
Mrs Butler now appeared with the mail and some parcels, and Harold stowed them in the buggy. "You'd better come in an' 'ave a drop of tay-warter, miss, the kittle's bilin'; and I have the table laid out for both of yez." "No, thank you, Mrs Butler. I can't possibly stay today, it's getting late. I must hurry off. Good-bye! Good afternoon, Mr Beecham."
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