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"Wal, mebbe I was sixteen; mebbe seventeen. Boys up here in the woods have to cut their own vittles pretty airly. I was doin' a man's labor when I was 'leven. Ya-as, Miss! Had to work for me an' marm. "And marm worked, too. One day I started for Drownville with a big bundle of aperns marm had sewed for Mis' Juneberry that kep' store at Drownville.
If them that owns the winder, an' set by it till they see him comin', had spoke up an' said, 'Mis' Blair, there's the photograph man. Don't you want to be took? it wouldn't ha' been too late! If anybody had answered a civil question, an' said, 'Your bunnit-box sets there behind my blue chist, it wouldn't ha' been too late then!
He was at the mercy of womankind. "A jiggeting girl. I don't know how to act with her. She sha'n't rule me," he muttered to himself. "She and Mis' French may think they've got things right to their hands, but I'll stand my ground I'll stand my ground," and the captain gently slid into the calmer waters of his afternoon nap.
"I hope and pray they've got the oysters they'd ought to be popped in the baking oven a minute. What time did you say it is?" "It's twenty minutes past seven," Mis' Winslow said, pushing her hair straight back, regardless of its part, "and we ain't ready within 'leven hundred miles."
"Like brook trout, Mis' Ford?" asked the girl, upon one entrance. "You men-folks like 'em, too?" Assured that they were considered a great treat, Mattie advised: "Well, you just wait! I know where there's a lot, in a basket in the pool. Pa catched 'em to have 'em ready and I'll hike after 'em to onct. You like to go along, Helena?"
Aunt Jane nodded now and then to people they met, and could quickly call any number to her assistance. Polly decided that this was no time for escape. "Where'd you get that locket and chain?" her captor queried. "They were a present from Mrs. Leonard." "What Mis' Leonard?" "I don't know, Her little boy was sick at the hospital, and I sung " "Oh, that one! Mis' Marvin Leonard it is.
Many times would Frado steal up into Jenny's room, when she knew she was tortured by her mis- tress' malignity, and tell some of her own encounters with her, and tell her she might "be sure it wouldn't kill her, for she should have died long before at the same treatment." Susan and her child succeeded Jenny as vis- itors.
"Well," she said without preface, "they've done it. Emerel Kitton's married. She's just married Abe at the parsonage to get out o' bein' debooed. They've gone to take the train now." No one could fail to see what this would mean to Mrs. Ricker and Kitton, and, rather than the newly married Emerel, it was she who absorbed our speculation. "Mis' Ricker just slimpsed," Calliope told me.
"If we took the day before Christmas an' had it for Christmas," observed Tab Winslow, "would that hurt?" "Eat your oatmeal," said Mis' Winslow, in the immemorial manner of adults. "Would it, would it, would it?" persisted Tab, in the immemorial manner of youth. "And have Theophilus Thistledown for dinner that day instead?" Mis' Winslow suggested with diplomacy.
"It has always been my home," he replied, "but I have been away a good deal." "I suppose folks in the city go to theaters a good deal," she remarked. "They have a great many opportunities," said John, wondering what she was leading up to. But he was not to discover, for David broke in with a chuckle. "Ask Polly, Mis' Cullom," he said. "She c'n tell ye all about the theater, Polly kin." Mrs.
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