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He kicked Mucluc Charley's shins under the table, but that graceless hero immediately unfolded a new and most logical reason for the sale. Curly Jim got pen and ink and paper and wrote out the bill of sale. O'Brien sat with pen poised in hand. "Le's have one more," he pleaded. "One more before I sign away a hundred thousan' dollars." Curly Jim filled the glasses triumphantly.
"Wal, le's stop jourin' at each other," said Rowena, hastily, as if to change the subject. "It ain't the way to treat company." I discovered that Rowena was about to change her situation in the Blue-grass Manor establishment. She was going into "the Big House" to work under Mrs. Mobley, the wife of the superintendent, or as we called him, the overseer. "Well, that'll be nice," said I.
Clayton, le's step in the saloon here and get some whiskey an' see if it won't set you goin' again. I believe I'd enjoy hearin' jes' a few words o' your whiskey talk." They entered a saloon. For an hour Clayton was plied with whiskey, taunted and jeered until those who had admired him slunk away in disgust, and those who had feared him laughed in enjoyment of his humiliation.
"An' le's hope you can hear him better'n I could, that's all," she grumbled, as Betty pushed by her in the doorway and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Oh, they'll keep quiet now, all right," she said, with a laughing glance over her shoulder at her chums. "They'll want to hear what I have to say."
He was plain militia, a good man in a fight, but inclined to resent discipline. He grinned affably as I broke through the woods and lowered his rifle. "Gim'me some tobacker," he demanded good-naturedly. "I suppose you'd want the parole," I replied, fishing out a twist of Virginia leaf. "I got that. It's 'Kanawha. What I want is tobacker. Don't hurry. Le's talk.
I was ever so glad to see Jim. I warn't lonesome now. I told him I warn't afraid of HIM telling the people where I was. I talked along, but he only set there and looked at me; never said nothing. Then I says: "It's good daylight. Le's get breakfast. Make up your camp fire good." "What's de use er makin' up de camp fire to cook strawbries en sich truck? But you got a gun, hain't you?
What's that? Ye love us an' ye'd like to go along down to Aunt Liza's an' play with the children?" It was a clever ruse of Uncle Peabody, for Aunt Deel was softened by his interpretation of the dog's heart and she proposed: "Le's take him along with us poor dog! ayes!" Then Uncle Peabody shouted: "Jump right into the sleigh you ol' skeezucks! an' I'll cover ye up with a hoss blanket. Git in here.
The two men were rivals, but Will, being the victor, would have been magnanimous, only he wanted to be alone with his lover's dream. "When do you go back to the sem'?" Ed asked after a little. "Term begins next week. I'll make a break about second week." "Le's see: you graduate next year, don't yeh?" "I expect to, if I don't slip up on it."
Billy, Jimmy, Frances, and Lina had been playing "Fox and Geese." Running around the house they spied the ladder and saw no owner to deny them. "Le's clam' up and get on top the porch," suggested Jimmy. "Aunt Minerva'll put me to bed if I do," said Billy. "Mother'll make me learn a whole page of the catechism if I climb a ladder," said Lina.
"Le's go an' play lady," said the fair-haired twin comfortingly. "I bar be Elsie Cameron." "No, you don't!" cried her stronger-minded sister. "I'm goin' to be Elsie. You can be old Arabella Winters, an' you can have Rebekah for your parrot," she said derisively. But the fair-haired twin, though of a yielding disposition, was subject to stubborn fits.
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