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I asked, as he glanced up and saw me. "Jist as durn quick as I kin git thar," he returned emphatically. "By gum, Cap, I ain't bin 'way from Mariar long as this afore in twelve year. Reckon she thinks I've skedaddled fer good this time, an' 'ill be a takin' up with some other male critter lest I git back thar mighty sudden. Women's odd, Cap, durn nigh as ornary 'bout some things as a muel."
A little crowded towards the end of the lay-out, maybe, but we reckoned 'twa'n't best to scatter the twins. Well, next comes the livin'. Here, where it's marked A, we're goin' to put Mariar and her family, when they're called; B, that's for Brother Hosea and hisn; C, Calvin and tribe.
"Yas, don't ye ever mind me, Mariar," he said humbly. "'Whom ther Lord hath jined tergether let no man put asunder. Thet thar ain't Scott, Cap, but I reckon it's out of another book mighty nigh es good. Hes you uns got all ther victuals ye want? 'He gave him of his Highland cheer, the hardened flesh of mountain deer. This yere is slab bacon, but it smells purty durn good." I glanced at Mrs.
"I always thought, before I came here, that fat people, especially them that had plenty of means, sort of took life easy. But I've changed my mind, since I knew Mis' Little. I've been in her service risin' of five years, and you might as well think of catching a weasel asleep. It's 'Mariar, the last thing at night, and 'Mariar, the first thing in the morning.
We, as a people, have got tired of seeing a Thomas cat that never paid any taxes, get upon a pile of wood, swell his tail up to the size of a rolling pin, bid defiance to all laws, spit on his hands and say in ribald language to a Mariar cat, of a modest and retiring disposition, "Lay on, Mac Duff, and blanked be he who first cries purmeow." This thing has got to cease.
He had a wife and child a little girl. Ah! a sweet child it was." "Indeed," said Aspel, as the boy relapsed into a silent contemplative gaze at the pelican. "Yes," resumed Pax, with a sigh, "it was a child, that was. Her name was Mariar, but we called 'er Merry.
"And entertain our friends?" "Yes, my love, with crumpets and tea." "Don't forget muffins and bloater paste, and German sausage and occasional legs of mutton, you ungrateful man!" "I don't forget 'em, Mariar. My recollection of 'em is powerful; I may even say vivid." "Well," continued the lady, "haven't you been able to lend small sums on several occasions to friends "
"I believe I'm gittin' real homesick to see Mariar," he said with a sigh. "I'd give a good deal for a letter from her. I do hope everything on the farm's all right. I think it is. I'm a little worried about Brown Susy, the mare, but I think she'll pick up as the weather settles. I hope her fool colt, that I've give Si, won't break his leg nor nothin' while I'm away."
I've been looking for you for several days." "Looking for me?" said Deacon Klegg, turning around in amazement. "How come you to be lookin' for me? What business have you got with me? How'd you know I was a-comin'? Nobody knowed it outside o' Mariar, my wife, and my family." "Come, come, now," said the other impatiently. "Don't try to play off on me. You needn't be afraid. I'm all right.
It has been clearly cast upon us, Sam, and it seems to me that we are bound to look after it." "What! with six of our own, Mariar?" "Yes, Sam. Isn't there a song which says something about luck in odd numbers?" "And with only 500 pounds a year?" objected Mr Twitter. "Only five hundred. How can you speak so? We are rich with five hundred. Can we not educate our little ones?" "Yes, my dear."
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