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The "some" did n't save him. Genuine sympathy was lavished on him. He had to swallow a stiff dose of nasty "picra," the horror of all childhood, and he was put in bed immediately. The world never looked so pleasant to John, but to bed he was forced to go. He was excused from all chores; he was not even to go after the cows.
There was that certain something about you!... I knew you were a mild, sweet fellow, but you had a touch of it more than was natural. Why did n't you tell me at once? You would have saved me a great deal of trouble. And poor Augusta Blanchard too!" And herewith Madame Grandoni communicated a pertinent fact: Augusta Blanchard and Mr. Leavenworth were going to make a match.
I did n't say a new faith, said the Little Gentleman; old or new, it can't help being different here in this American mind of ours from anything that ever was before; the people are new, Sir, and that makes the difference. One load of corn goes to the sty, and makes the fat of swine, another goes to the farm-house, and becomes the muscle that clothes the right arms of heroes.
"Because he oh! he is n't like most bondsmen and " "What did I tell thee, Lambert?" said Mrs. Meredith. "Nonsense, Matilda," snorted the squire. "The lass gave me her word for 't " "Word!" ejaculated the wife. "What 's a word or anything else when Since thee 's sent Phil off, the quicker thee comes to my mind, and gives her to the parson, the better."
"Did n't I tell you to hurry say?" "I can't find my jacket." "You don't want to find it. Where did you lay it when you took it off last night?" "I don't know. I forget." "If you're not down here, with your jacket on, in one minute, I'll warm your shoulders well for you." Mr.
Bean was going to tell you last night; but she would n't let him she sent him to bed! And I tried to telephone to you just now, and I had n't any five cents oh, dear!" "Poor little girl!" and the Doctor's voice was very tender. His eyes passed beyond the curly head to the curb, where a knot of men and boys regarded them curiously. "Where is the telephone, Polly?" he asked.
"Not a letter!" she cried, hysterically. "It is n't a letter, it can't be!" And she put her hand to her side and fairly panted. The poor little wise one confronted her with something like fear. She could not bear to tell her the ill news she had come to break. "Dolly, dear!" she said, "please sit down; and please don't look at me so. It isn't good news.
Great Scott, but I sure thought you was goin' to flop over that time." He assisted her to a convenient chair, then stepped back, gazing curiously into her face, the black bottle still in his hand. "What's the trouble, anyhow?" he questioned, his mind filled with sudden suspicion. "That that fellow did n't throw you, did he?"
But he sat them out; I think that by exception they did n't find him pleasant. After we were alone he abused them a little, and then he said, "Have you heard about Vandeleur? He 's very ill. She's awfully anxious." I had n't heard, and I told him so, asking a question or two; then my inquiries ceased, my breath almost failed me, for I had become aware of something very strange.
"Wanted to name the baby after me, 'n' I call it a pretty time to come namin' a baby when a woman has got one leg on a ladder 'n' her head tied up for bats. I thought he was the tin-peddler from Meadville, 'n' I run f'r my rag-bag, 'n' then there it was only the minister after all! Well, I was n't pleased a tall, 'n' I did n't ask him in, neither.
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