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"Yes. Mummy, is it boiled honestly? on a day like this?" "With onions," said Mrs. Brewster firmly. Fifteen minutes later Pinky, splashing in a cool tub, heard the voice of Miz' Merz, high-pitched with excitement and a certain awful joy: "Miz' Brewster! Oh, Miz' Brewster! I found a moth in Mr. Brewster's winter flannels!"
Margaret came out of the house. "Howdy, Laz." "Ain't runnin' no foot races, but so as to be about." "Folks all as well as usual?" "Ain't hearn no loud complaint." "Miz Mayfield," said Margaret, "Kintchin fotch me a letter from the post-office this mornin' an' as my eyes ain't right good to-day, I wish you'd come in an' read it to me." "Yes, gladly."
I've told you for the last time to wash your hands before you go to milking them cows. I didn't pay no eighteen hundred dollars for that prize, registered Guernsey just to have you give her bag fever with your dirty hands." "That ain't so, Miz Thompson," Barney cried indignantly. "I did too, wash my hands. Good, too. I wuzn't near my horse this morning. That milk just weren't no good."
Miz Mayfield, it's all put on with him." A table cloth was spread on the ground and before the old man had tasted a morsel, he went about looking for someone, astray at the feast, who might not have brought a basket or received an invitation. He returned with Laz, Sim and Mag.
Fifteen minutes later Pinky, splashing in a cool tub, heard the voice of Miz' Merz high-pitched with excitement and a certain awful joy: "Miz' Brewster! Oh, Miz' Brewster! I found a moth in Mr. Brewster's winter flannels!" "Oh!" in choked accents of fury from Pinky; and she brought a hard young fist down in the water spat! so that it splashed ceiling, hair, and floor impartially.
"Yes, the widow Doxey and old John Towson. This is good meat, brother Starbuck smoked with hickory wood, I reckon." "Yes, hick'ry an' sass'frass. I reckon you pick up a good many weddin's along about this time of the year." "Well, a pretty fair sprinkling." "So Miz Doxey finally cotch old John," said Jasper and his wife declared she wouldn't make light of it. "Light of it?
He brung down some gray britches to the kitchen to see if I couldn' press an' clean 'em right quick: they was the ones Miss Jane, when she's paintin' all them sunsets, lef' her paint-box open, an' one them sunsets got on these here gray britches, Miz Baxter; an' hones'ly, Miz Baxter, he's fixed 'em in a condishum, tryin' to git that paint out, I don't believe it 'll be no use sendin' 'em to the cleaner.
"Too bad, Miz Yellett, that you-uns had to hire that gov’ment without lookin’ over her p’ints. I’ve ben takin’ her in durin’ supper, and she’ll never be able to thrash ’em past Clem. She mought be able to thrash Clem if she got plumb mad, these yere slim wimmin is tarrible wiry ’n’ active at such times, but she’ll never be able to thrash beyant her."
"I ’low it’s mighty queer you-uns don’t recognize the job you-uns kem out yere to take, when I call it by name." From the sheltering flap of the pink sun-bonnet she turned a pair of black eyes full of ill-concealed suspicion. "Miz Yellett givin’ herself as many airs ’bout hirin’ a gov’ment ’s if she wuz goin’ to Congress. Queer you don’t know whether you be one or not!"
"O! no, seh, Colonel Proudfit was too much of a gentleman to be lookin' faw a man, with a gun, an' not send him word! And, besides, Miz Proudfit's revela-a-tions " But the horse and buggy were ready, and at last March to whom, as he stood at his window fully dressed, the few moments had seemed an hour saw Fair drive swiftly by and fade into the gloom.
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