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At length he wrote a letter to Emily Howes at South Middleboro. In it he expressed his fear that Mrs. Barnes, although in all other respects perfect, was a too generous "provider" to be a success as a boarding-house keeper in East Wellmouth. I've tried to hint, but she don't take the hint, and it ain't any of my affair, rightly speaking, so I can't speak out plain.
Jedediah Cahoon had evidently had a hard time since the day when, after declaring his intention never to return until "loaded down with money," he had closed the door of his sister's house at South Middleboro and gone out into the snowstorm and the world. His letter contained few particulars.
"I'm glad you said, 'PROFESSIN' Christian." she observed. "Well," drawing a long breath, "then I suppose I've got to say yes or no. . . . And I'll say yes," she added firmly. "And we'll call it settled." They parted before the hotel. She was to return to South Middleboro that afternoon. Mr.
When she and Miss Howes were alone in their room, she said: "Emily, are you real set on gettin' back to South Middleboro tonight?" "No, Auntie. Why?" "Well, if you ain't I think I'd like to stay over another day. I've got an idea in my head and, such a thing bein' kind of unusual, I'd like to keep company with it for a spell.
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"He never came to Patsy Leary that lived up on the lots in Middleboro. Patsy said he didn't; he said there wasn't any Santa Claus, Patsy did." "Hum! Perhaps Patsy wasn't good." "Gee! Yes, he was. He can play baseball better'n any boy I know. And he can lick any kid his size; he told me he could." This crushing proof of young Leary's goodness was a staggerer for Thankful.
His listener dimpled. "Really?" she remarked, raising her delicately arched brows. "You are enthusiastic about the Cape, aren't you!" "Some parts of it." "Where else have you been?" The question came with disturbing directness. "Oh why Middleboro, Tremont, Buzzard's Bay and Harwich," answered the man hurriedly.
He had been spending the day with Captain Obed and had coaxed the latter into telling him stories of Santa Claus. Georgie's mind was now filled with anticipations of Christmas and Christmas presents, and his faith in Santa, which had been somewhat shaken during his year at kindergarten in South Middleboro, was reviving again. The captain and Imogene and Mrs. Barnes all helped in the revival.
Eldredge snored in that very room when he was dyin', and how Miss Timpson's sister snored when SHE was sick, it it " "Oh, stop, Auntie! You will have ME believing in in things, if you keep on. It's nonsense and you and I will prove it so before I go back to Middleboro. Now you must go to bed." "Yes, I'm goin'. Well, if there is a ghost in that room it'll have its hands full with Sol Cobb.
"But supposing," he argued, "they see you first, will they shoot?" The scout waved his hand carelessly. "Of course," he cried. "Then," said the baker, "my horse will run away!" "What of it?" demanded the scout. "Are Middleboro, South Middleboro, Rock, Brockton, and Boston to fall? Are they to be captured because you're afraid of your own horse? They won't shoot REAL bullets!
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