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"I I hain't got no more on hand," he stammered, fairly nonplussed by the remarkable statement. "No more? Oh, how sad. How disappointed we are," said Beth. "We were depending so much on you. Mr. McNutt," added Louise, in a tone of gentle reproach. McNutt wiggled the toes of his good foot and regarded them reflectively. These city folks were surely the "easiest marks" he had ever come across.
Soon the others slipped out and joined her, and with Patsy and Beth on the front seat and Louise Inside the canopy they drove slowly away until the sound of the horse's feet on the stones was no longer likely to betray them. McNutt was waiting for them when they quietly drew up before his house. The village was dark and silent, for its inhabitants retired early to bed.
"Behind the lookin'-glass in my sett'n-room." "Go and get it immediately, sir!" "Ef I hev to cross thet dusty road twic't more, I'll hev to paint all over agin, an' thet's a fact." "Ethel," said Joe, with the calmness of despair, "you'll have to telephone over to the Junction and ask them to send a constable here at once." "Never mind," cried McNutt, jumping up hastily; "I'll go.
McNutt was an undersized man of about forty, with a beardless face, scraggly buff-colored hair, and eyes that were big, light blue and remarkably protruding. The stare of those eyes was impenetrable, because observers found it embarrassing to look at them.
"It's a far jump from McNutt to West," added Beth. "Leaving out Hucks," continued Louise, her eyes sparkling with the delightful excitement of maintaining her theories against odds, "here are three people who might have been concerned in the robbery or murder. Two of them are under our hands; perhaps Joseph Wegg may be able to tell us where to find the third."
McNutt?" "Me? I don't hev to. I grow 'em." "But the ones you grow are worth fifty cents each, are they not?" "Sure; mine is." "Then every time you eat one of your own melons you eat fifty cents. If you were eating one of Mr. Brayley's melons you would only eat fifteen cents." "And it would be Brayley's fifteen cents, too," added Beth, quickly.
Where's the profit comin' from, on one cent, I'd like to know? Why, we make two or three cents on all the five cent papers." "As fer that," remarked the druggist, "we'll get a cheap paper if it's any good an' that's somethin' to be thankful for." "'Twon't be any good," asserted Skim. "Ma says so." But no one except McNutt was prepared to agree with this prediction.
They did not see much of their artist during the first days following her arrival, but one afternoon she brought Patsy a sketch and asked: "Who is this?" Patsy glanced at it and laughed gleefully. It was Peggy McNutt, the fish-eyed pooh-bah of Millville, who was represented sitting on his front porch engaged in painting his wooden foot. This was one of McNutt's recognized amusements.
The Merrick party was noted for doing astonishing things in the past and evidently, in the words of Peggy McNutt, they were "up to some blame foolishness that'll either kill this neighborhood or make it talked about." "It's too dead a'ready to kill," responded Nick Thorne gloomily. "Even the paper mill, four mile away, ain't managed to make Millville wiggle its big toe.
"I didn't want to humiliate him more than I could help. I wonder if he really will have the audacity to send it to Munsey's?" And now the door opened to admit Peggy McNutt, who had been watching his chance to stump across to the printing office as soon as Skim left there.
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