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Tell your folks I expect and want 'em to keep right on tradin' with me." When Alice appealed to Mr. Mears she also met only the kindest of words. "Ye can drive back an' forth, an' not be away from home over night," said he, "till snow comes, an' then I'll git ye a boardin'-place clus by the schoolhouse and fetch and carry ye Mondays and Fridays."
In about the middle of it a little slab hut, overshadowed by a big stringy-bark shed, was pointed out as Johnny Mears's Farm. "Black as as charcoal," said Johnny Mears. He had never seen coal, and was a cautious man, whose ideas came slowly. He stooped, close by the fence, with his hands on his knees, to "sky" the loom of his big shed and so get his bearings.
Her lover was as excellent and honourable as she at first believed him to be, and she had cast him off on the authority of a heartless jest. To all that her friend could say, she had but one reply to make "It is too late now!" "Not too late, I trust," said Mr. Mears, a good deal disturbed by his wife's relation of her interview with Clara.
Though I don't see how you could lose them," she added wearily. "I'll bet Fannie Mears took those books," declared Sarah when she heard of the loss. "It would be just like her. She thinks it's smart to get four extra books." Rosemary protested weakly at this idea. In her heart of hearts, she thought Fannie quite capable of such an act, but she had loyally resolved to try and follow Hugh's advice.
"Speaking of Mears," said the Bald-faced Kid, "he thinks he'll win to-day with Whitethorn." "Well," said the old man, "I'll tell you, Frank; it's this way 'bout Whitethorn; he'll win if he can beat Obadiah. The colt's ready and this weather suits him down to the ground. He surely does love to run in the slop.
Miss Woppit was fertile in questionings of this kind, and Mary made satisfactory answers, for she was sure that everybody liked Jim, and as for her father, why, he had taken Jim right into his confidence the day he came to the camp. Sir Charles had indeed made a confidant of Jim. One day he called him into his room at the Mears House. "Mr.
Commandant Mears, with his fifty men, I ordered to remain with the guns and the artillery, and to guard them by very careful scouting. In less than a fortnight seven large columns of the enemy were operating in the district between Heilbron and Bethlehem and Harrismith. These columns burnt all the houses within their reach, and those which had been spared before were now given over to the flames.
And just to prove I ain't any slave driver I sort of eggs Miss Casey on, from then until the noon hour, to chat away about this war romance of hers. Seems Mr. Mears could have been in Class B, on account of his widowed mother and him being a plumber's helper when he had time to spare from his pool practicin'. Livin' in the same block, they'd been acquainted for quite some time, too.
"Drop that!" said a voice peremptorily. The shaker dropped to the floor with a clatter, and Fannie Mears turned to face Mr. Oliver. "What are you doing in here?" he asked sternly. "Did Miss Parsons ask you to do anything to that bowl?" At that moment Miss Parsons herself came into the kitchen. "I was looking for you," Mr.
Mr Meadows made not any answer; but when Morrice was going to repeat his question, without appearing even to know that he was near him, he abruptly said to Miss Larolles, "Pray what is become of Mrs Mears? I don't see her amongst us." "Lord, Mr Meadows," exclaimed she, "how can you be so odd? Don't you remember she went on in a chaise to the inn?"
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