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Updated: June 8, 2025
He was still laughing at his own joke when through the slats of the closed blinds shading the Pepper house parlor a shrill voice was heard speaking. "Go ahead, 'Bishy dear," called Lavinia. "Go ahead and go. A change of air'll do you good." Kyan whirled and clutched at the gate. "HEY?" he shouted in amazement. "Are you deef? Or is Mr. Ellis laughin' so hard that you can't hear?
On the side of the sea, Esmond Kyan was badly wounded in the arm, which he was subsequently obliged to have amputated, and though the fearless Shilmaliers drove the cavalry into and over the Avoca, discipline and ordnance prevailed once again over numbers and courage.
Kyan was horrified. He had grown to be one of Ellery's most devoted worshipers. "Smallpox!" he groaned. "The minister got the smallpox. Oh! that's turrible." "Ain't it?" observed his sister, also horrified, but rather relishing the horror. "And if it hadn't been for Gracie Van Horne " "What's the matter with you?
Her answer was a tremendous sneeze. Then from the dusky cloud by the wall sounded a voice feebly protesting. "Now, Laviny," began poor Kyan, "I never in my life " "Do you hear me? Come out of that!" There was a sound of scrambling. More soot floated in the air. Then around the corner of the high-boy appeared Mr. Pepper, crawling on his hands and knees.
"Who who who " "Now you've turned to an owl, I do believe. 'Hoo! hoo! She's engaged to Nat Hammond, that's who. Nothin' very surprisin' about that, is there?" Kyan made no answer. He rubbed his forehead, while his sister rubbed the grease spots. In jerky sentences she told of the engagement and how the news had reached her. "I can't believe it," faltered Abishai. "She goin' to marry Nat!
"You're goin' to stay right here and help us get that stovepipe down. And 'Bishy'll help, too. Won't you, 'Bish?" The stovepipe was attached to the "air-tight" in the dining room. It the pipe rose perpendicularly for a few feet and then extended horizontally, over the high-boy, until it entered the wall. Kyan looked at it and then at his "Sunday clothes."
Say, if you never tried it, the next time you nitiate a man in your Mason's lodge you sprinkle a little kyan pepper on the goat's beard just afore you turn him loose. You can get three times as much fun to the square inch of goat. You wouldn't think it was the same goat.
Breakfast disagree with you?" "Naw," replied Kyan shortly. "Where you bound, all rigged up in your shore duds?" "Bound to Bayport, to see Nat Hammond land," was the cheerful answer. "I ain't had a day off I don't know when, and I thought I'd take one. Be great doin's over there, they tell me. Elkanah's goin' to make a speech and there's eighteen teams of folks goin'." "I know it.
Kyan's trembling knees managed to carry him to the little hall leading from the sitting room toward the ell at the side of the house. This hall was almost pitch black. The minister felt his guide's chin whisker brush his ear as the following sentence was literally breathed into it: "Here here 'tis," panted Kyan. "Here's the door. I don't hear nothin', do you? Listen!" They listened.
Kyan looked after them. "Hung?" he muttered. "I wish, by godfreys mighty, I had the hangin' of SOME folks! I'd put a tighter collar on 'em than they've got now, I bet you!" The minister's lips twitched. He knew what was coming. Hints of a surprising nature had been circulating about Trumet. "What's the matter, Mr. Pepper?" he asked. "Matter? Matter enough! You know what she's goin' to do?
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