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Updated: May 24, 2025
the autumn sun burned the frost off the bushes, had he gathered hazelnuts here with his boy and girl friends-Hugh and Shelley McTurg, Rome Sawyer, Orrin McIlvaine, and the rest! What had become of them all? How he had forgotten them! This thought stopped him again, and he fell into a deep muse, leaning against an oak tree and gazing into the vast fleckless space above.
His shrill laugh rang high above the rest at the table, as he said: "I'm the youngest man in this crowd, sir! Demmit, I bet a hat I c'n dance down any man in this crowd; yes, sir. The old man can do it yet." They all took sides in order to please him. "I'll bet he can," said Hugh McTurg; "I'll bet a dollar on Daddy."
One day, as he sat at the window fully dressed for the fourth of fifth time, William McTurg came up the walk. "Well, Robert, how are ye today?" "First-rate, William," he smiled. "I believe I can walk out a little if you'll help me." "All right, sir." And he went forth leaning on William's arm, a piteous wraith of a man.
I wouldn't dirty my hands on him; he ain't worth it. Just come inside, and we'll have that dancing-match now." Daddy reluctantly returned to the house, and, having surrendered his violin to Hugh McTurg, was ready for the contest. As he stepped into the middle of the room he was not altogether ludicrous.
His shrill laugh rang high above the rest at the table, as he said: "I'm the youngest man in this crowd, sir! Demmit, I bet a hat I c'n dance down any man in this crowd; yes, sir. The old man can do it yet." They all took sides in order to please him. "I'll bet he can," said Hugh McTurg; "I'll bet a dollar on Daddy."
"I'm Howard McLane." "Ye begin t' look it," said McTurg, removing his right hand from his pocket. "How are yeh?" "I'm first-rate. How's Mother and Grant?" "Saw 'im plowing corn as I came down. Guess he's all right. Want a boost?" "Well, yes. Are you down with a team?" "Yep. 'Bout goin' home. Climb right in. That's my rig, right there," nodding at a sleek bay colt hitched in a covered buggy.
But, as Will worked beside him all this Monday, he felt so secure in his knowledge of the caress Agnes had given him at parting the night before that he was perfectly happy-so happy that he didn't care to talk, only to work on and dream as he worked. Shrewd David McTurg had his joke when the machine stopped for a few minutes.
The other man was equipped for work like himself. "Hello, Will!" "Hello, Ed!" "Going down to help Dingman thrash?" "Yes," replied Will shortly. It was easy to see he didn't welcome company. "So'm I. Who's goin' to do your thrashin-Dave McTurg?" "Yes, I guess so. Haven't spoken to anybody yet." They walked on side by side. Will didn't feel like being rudely broken in on in this way.
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