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"T-tell your fa-ther from me," said the broken voice, "that Treff Graham is the same old Treff; that he m-may be a pirate, but he isn't a pig not re-al-ly!
"M-may be along the third week in March may be c-can t tell." And Jethro clucked to his horse, and drove away. Eben Williams went back into his house and sat down with his head in his hands. In about two hours, when his wife called him to fetch water, he set down the pail on the snow and stared across the next ridge at the eastern horizon, whitening after the sunset.
Water's r-rushing in-n in so fast through windows doors ahead m-may dr-rown right here, 'less we can f-fight it get out," was her struggling cry as, paddling desperately like a little dog, she found herself topping the flood, that lashing, interned lake-water, now blotting out window-frames on one side of the car groping with icy fingers for the painted ceiling of the Pullman then undulatingly sinking below them on the other.
The third week in March was the week after town meeting! "M-may be c-can't tell," repeated Eben to himself, unconsciously imitating Jethro's stutter. "Godfrey, I'll hev to git that ticket straight from Amos." Yes, we may have our suspicions. But how can we get a bill on this evidence?
"M-may I call you Cynthy Cynthy?" he asked. "Y-yes," answered Cynthia, looking up to her father and then glancing shyly at Jethro. His eyes were on the mountain, and he seemed to have forgotten her until she reached out to him, timidly, another strawberry. He seized her little hand instead and held it between his own much to the astonishment of his friends. "Whose little gal be you?" he asked.
"M-may I call you Cynthy Cynthy?" he asked. "Y-yes," answered Cynthia, looking up to her father and then glancing shyly at Jethro. His eyes were on the mountain, and he seemed to have forgotten her until she reached out to him, timidly, another strawberry. He seized her little hand instead and held it between his own much to the astonishment of his friends. "Whose little gal be you?" he asked.
Nell Rayner, m-may the g-good Lord forgive y-you!" Helen was too intent on her own troubles to take breath to talk. She was a strong, healthy girl, swift and efficient with her hands, yet this, the hardest physical ordeal she had ever experienced, almost overcame her. Bo outdistanced her by moments, helped her with buttons, and laced one whole boot for her.
The third week in March was the week after town meeting! "M-may be c-can't tell," repeated Eben to himself, unconsciously imitating Jethro's stutter. "Godfrey, I'll hev to git that ticket straight from Amos." Yes, we may have our suspicions. But how can we get a bill on this evidence?
"M-may be along the third week in March may be c-can t tell." And Jethro clucked to his horse, and drove away. Eben Williams went back into his house and sat down with his head in his hands. In about two hours, when his wife called him to fetch water, he set down the pail on the snow and stared across the next ridge at the eastern horizon, whitening after the sunset.
"M-may be along the third week in March may be c-can t tell." And Jethro clucked to his horse, and drove away. Eben Williams went back into his house and sat down with his head in his hands. In about two hours, when his wife called him to fetch water, he set down the pail on the snow and stared across the next ridge at the eastern horizon, whitening after the sunset.
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