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When she carried the dinner, the walk was long and wearisome, and Mrs. Littlejohn neglected to call her an angel of mercy, and it must be confessed Gypsy's enthusiasm diminished perceptibly. That evening Mr. and Mrs. Breynton were out to tea, and Tom was off fishing. Mrs. Breynton left Mrs. Littlejohn's supper in a basket on the shelf, and told Gypsy where it was.
Duncan immediately replanted himself firmly upon the parapet. "I know it," he said with some indignation. Again bewildered, I hesitated, but eventually advanced: "Our ways run together, Mr. Duncan, as far as the Bigelow House. My name is Littlejohn Homer Littlejohn." He rose again to take my hand and assured me he was glad to make my acquaintance.
She turned her head slowly, as Gypsy entered, but otherwise she did not alter her position; as if it were one which she could not change without pain. "Good afternoon," said Gypsy, feeling a little embarrassed, and not knowing exactly what to say, now she was up there. "Good arternoon," said Grandmother Littlejohn, with a groan.
She'll take care of you she always does take care of everybody." "You're a pretty little gal," said Mrs. Littlejohn, with a sigh; "an'clock I hope you'll be rewarded for botherin'clock yourself about a poor old woman like me. Does your ma use white sugar? I like white sugar in my tea." "Oh yes," said Gypsy, rather pleased than otherwise to be called a "pretty little gal."
Smooth had delivered his speech with becoming dignity. Of this fact I was fully sure, for my Lord Littlejohn put his finger into his mouth and began to suck it, as is common with him in these his days of tribulation.
"So, Littlejohn and me set about it, and in a very few minutes had a first-class punch brewed, of which old Jacob supped most lavishly. In fact, he liked it so well that I reckoned he had forgotten to stop drinking; and Littlejohn felt somewhat nervous lest the old fellow get fuddled and turn everything over.
As is my custom, I had devoted the earlier morning hours to the compilation of that work which is to gain for the name of Littlejohn a trifle more respect than, I fear, it owns in Radville nowadays; and afterwards, again in accordance with habit, had started out for my morning constitutional.
'If I die, he continued, 'with this lump of indecision in my throat, the consequences will be that no man will mourn over me. Littlejohn, always ready to move as occasion required, sprung to his aid, crying 'Swallow it! swallow it! for the honor of Young England swallow it!
"Who's dead, Sarah Jane?" asked Jimmy, hoping to stem the torrent of her wrath. "Sis' Mary Ellen's las' husban', Brudder Littlejohn dat 's a-who," she replied, somewhat mollified at his interest. "When did he die?" Jimmy pursued his advantage. "He got 'way f'om here 'bout moon-down las' night," she replied, losing sight of her grievance in his flattering interrogations.
"Let us," said Bailie Littlejohn, "take the horses into our warehouses, and the men into our parlours share our supper with the one, and our forage with the other. We have made ourselves wealthy under a free and paternal government, and now is the time to show we know its value."
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