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Mayfield inquired as to his church among the hills, and his countenance flared with a silly light and old Jasper ducked his head and snorted in the sleeve of his home-spun shirt. But the next morning Jim had the courage to appear at the breakfast table, still gazing; and later when Tom and his aunt went out for a walk, he followed along like a dog waiting to be scolded.
"Very true, ma'm, but not until after the feller had lost his ear." "Law, me!" exclaimed Margaret, standing at the door, "but you folks air cuttin' up scollops." "Mr. Reverend," Mrs. Mayfield continued, determined to pursue a subject so interesting to herself, "someone told me of a very heroic thing you did." "Why, ma'm, I can't look back an' see that I ever did anything heroic.
Jeff here permitted the mare to bolt fifty yards, caught her up sharply, swung her round on her off hind heel, permitted her to paw the air once or twice with her white-stockinged fore-feet, and then, with another dash forward, pulled her up again just before she apparently took Miss Mayfield and her chair in a running leap.
Mayfield, followed by Jim, came in from the kitchen, remarking, "we have been helping your wife but she has expelled us." "I don't reckon thar was very much help needed." He waited until she had sat down, and then coming slowly toward her he inquired: "Ma'm, air all the deputy marshals in the state under yo' brother, the Jedge?"
"This road down is the best thing about Mayfield!" "Drop the Sequoia!" cried Pellams. "Here, you fellows, hold him! We'll have that in a rondeau or something, next week, if you don't hobble the muse!" The editor laughed. It is better to be joked about your own special forte than not to have it mentioned, so he was not displeased.
"Hosses out thar, but here we go like niggers to a camp-meetin'," she went on. "I'm not goin'." "Oh, do go, Mrs. Starbuck," Mrs. Mayfield pleaded. "No, I won't go a step. I won't be shamed in this way." "Sorry, Margaret," said Jasper. "I 'lowed you'd enjoy yo'se'f, still if you don't want to go thar's no way of compellin' you. Wall, climb up, everybody." Mrs.
It was therefore with considerable confidence in himself, and a little human vanity, that he dashed round the house, and threw his mare skilfully on her haunches exactly a foot before Miss Mayfield himself a resplendent vision of flying riata, crimson scarf, fawn-colored trousers, and jingling silver spurs. "Kin I do anythin' for ye, miss, at the Forks?" Miss Mayfield looked up quietly.
Her quick intellect took in something else. She had seated herself on the road-bank, and, clasping her knees between her locked fingers, she suddenly looked up at Jeff. "What possessed you to come half-way up a mountain, instead of going on to the top?" "Poverty, miss!" Miss Mayfield flushed a little at this practical direct answer to her half-figurative question.
The following afternoon Greta came earlier; but, as she was unable to stay long, Olivia found an opportunity of going round to Mayfield Villas. It was just in the gloaming, Aunt Madge's rest hour, as she called it, and there was unmistakable gladness in her voice, when Olivia's tall figure appeared on the threshold.
You can trust me implicitly." "Will the business take long?" asked Hubert, handing the paper back. "No, Mr. Maxwell; and I must be gone in an hour in any case. I have to be at Rye at noon to-morrow; and I must sleep at Mayfield to-night." "At Rye," said Hubert, "why I came from there yesterday." Lackington bowed again, as if he were quite aware of this; but said nothing.
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