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'I don't think it is any hardship to earn your own living, though perhaps she is too pretty; anyway, it's being made easier for her than for many a girl who is just as good, objected Mr. Murchison. 'It's worse for her, because she's so beastly proud always was as a child; but she's a good sort, and I only hope Jones will get his way, though I "ha'e ma douts," as we say up north.
But it is always the way with that class of people: they only look upon you in the light of how much you are worth!" "Oh, ma!" said Bessie Dasher, "I think Mr Shuffler very civil and polite. He always makes me quite a low bow whenever he sees me." "Ah! my dear," said her mother, "that's because you are young and pretty, as I was once.
The first sentence of her mother's remark struck her attention. "Why can't folks belong to themselves?" she asked, letting the dasher rest while she churned mental problems of greater moment. Mrs. Farnshaw looked up quickly. "Well, if you think you can marry an' belong t' yourself, just you try it," she replied. "But, ma, if a man loved a woman couldn't she get him to leave her free? Now " Mrs.
"Hush!" said Ben, to one of the men. "We can't put it up without some noise," the man replied, "but we'll be as still as we can." "Isn't it a big one, ma?" asked Joel, in the loudest of stage whispers, that Polly on the other side of the door couldn't have failed to hear if Phronsie hadn't laughed just then.
"Have you caught a whole flock of quails?" "Something better'n quails! Guess again, Ma!" "Three nice fat prairie hens then." "Something better'n prairie hens." And then Obie could wait no longer. He pulled the package from under his coat and tossed it down beside the poor old teapot, which had known little but hot water these many weeks.
They were new ones and the brushy part kept getting in our way until we happened to think of cutting it off and fighting with the handles. After that things went more scientifically, until Dick hit me on the nose by mistake. I wailed and shrieked and had the nose bleed, and Ma whipped Dick and sent him home.
"A' hevna shaken ma ain legs for thirty years, but a' confess tae a turn masel. Ye may lauch an' ye like, neeburs, but the thocht o' Bell an' the news that wes waitin' her got the better o' me." Drumtochty did not laugh. Drumtochty looked as if it could have done quite otherwise for joy. "A' wud hae made a third gin a' hed been there," announced Hillocks, aggressively.
Within a few days the professor's tent and cot arrived, and after that Ma Patten pleaded in vain for him to stay with them. The old man was independent and insisted on getting established in his own quarters. He had already chosen a spot in Lost Canyon with the aid of Indian Joe, who knew the best springs and the best place to pitch a tent.
"I can't, Pa." "A nice way to treat your new ma!" Tom Lincoln sounded both angry and embarrassed. "You clean up your plate or I'll give you a good hiding." The young Johnstons gasped. Abe could hear Sally's whisper: "Please, Abe! Do as Pa says." Then he heard another voice. "Let the boy be, Tom." It was Sarah Lincoln speaking.
"I'll see what there is," and Timmons started for the kitchen, "but I wouldn't wake Ma Timmons up fer a thousand dollars. She'd never git over it." The large man, a rather heavy-footed fellow, with scraggly grey moustache, turned to his companion. "Better luck than I expected at that, Colgate," he said, restored to good humour. "The old duffer seems to be quite human."
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