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Homer won't have much, and if his pa keeps on feelin' like he does, he won't have none.... If you're lookin' fer a restin' place, you might consider Nate. I could fix it." Her eyes flashed. "I haven't come to that yet," she said, sharply, and then began to cry quietly. "Um!..." Scattergood gripped his pudgy hands together so that each might restrain the other from patting her head comfortingly.
Lucy tucked it carefully under her veil, but lingered. "Isn't Miss Lav'lotte going to be here to-day?" "No, I think she went into the city, probably to see Mr. Nate Tierney." Camille spoke deliberately, turning to replace a volume in the large pine case as she did so. "Do do you know where 'tis she goes to see him?" asked the girl in a low voice, glancing about her with a furtive air.
He'll be here next week with his men." By this time the boys were feeling so friendly that Jimmy asked Nate to go with him before school next morning to see the knitting-woman's pets and hear the blind canary sing. "Do you suppose the magpie will be there?" returned Nate. "I want to catch her some time and wring her old neck." "Wish you would," said Jimmy.
If the years hid any romance that had been theirs, and was now hers, the old woman's face told no more of it than the flinty outside of a boulder tells of the leaf traced within. "He wuzn't no great shakes of a man," she said to Minerva, "but I don't 'low to have him stood up an' shot at by any o' Nate Forrester's crowd without puttin' the law on the man that done it."
Kitty Collins, with her dress tucked about her so that she looked as if she had on a pair of calico trousers, was washing off the sidewalk. "Arrah you bad boy!" cried Kitty, leaning on the mop handle. "The Capen has jist been askin' for you. He's gone up town, now. It's a nate thing you done with my clothes-line, and, it's me you may thank for gettin' it out of the way before the Capen come down."
Nate was between him and the outside door, so he bolted headfirst into the dining room. And after him went Nate Scudder, so crazy mad he didn't know what he was doin'. "'Twas pitch dark in the dining room, but through it they went rattlety bang! dishes smashin', chairs upsettin' and 'hurrah, boys! to pay gen'rally. Then through the best parlor and into the front hall.
Elizabeth, standing at the head of Luther's bed, nodded in her surprise, feeling that her visit with Nathan was not a subject to which she could lend words. "Now look here, Lizzie, if what I said t' th' Hornbys has made any difference, I'll go t' him an' take it back right before your face." Elizabeth's eyes opened in astonishment. "Uncle Nate did not mention it to me," Elizabeth replied.
Touch up that bullet-headed house-breaker that's drunk Sam Stancheon, they call him lave a nate impression of the big kay on his head; he'll undherstand it, you know; and there's Molly Brady, or Emily Howard, as she calls herself, give her a clink on the noddle to stop her jinteelity. Blast her pedigree; nothing will serve her but she must be a lady on our hands.
That gentleman laughed heartily, and Joyce joined in with a merry peal. Even Lucy and Nate helped the chorus, though somewhat perfunctorily, not knowing just what they were laughing at. "How is it, Miss Lavillotte, are you standing sponsor for any one?" queried Dalton, as soon as he could get his voice. "I hope not!" she laughed in return.
The Widow Sprigg had long since dried her unaccountable tears, and was freshly indignant at the state of affairs. So soon as they were within doors she turned upon the intruder, and demanded: "What did you mean by such doin's as these, Nate Pettijohn? Ain't you ashamed to destroy folkses prope'ty this way? Where's my log-cabin quilt? My pillows? All my things?"
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