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I'd kept quiet, and that's why Tooley come across my quarter." Mrs. Maxwell was sorting over her music, while Maxwell's face was hidden behind a paper. Mrs. Burke was silent through despair. Nickey glanced furtively at his hearers for a moment and then continued: "Yes, the kids was tickled; but they got awful quiet when I told them to fork over another cent apiece for the jack-pot."
Betty though regarding Nickey as the guest of honor that evening deferred testing the results of his conversational studies until after supper: one thing at once, she decided, was fair play. After the meal was over, they repaired together to the parlor, and while Hepsey took out her wash-rag knitting and Maxwell smoked his cigar, Mrs. Betty gave Nickey her undivided attention.
"Why, Nickey," exclaimed Virginia, entranced, and gingerly possessing herself of James McCarthy, "however did you get him?" "His ma wouldn't let me have him at first; and it took an awful lot of jollyin' to bring her round. Of course I didn't mean to tell no lies, but I said you was awful fond of kids.
Bein' as I was the president of the Juv'nul Band of Gleaners, I though I'd get the kids together, and start somethin'. Saturday it rained cats and dogs, so Billy Burns, Sam Cooley, Dimple Perkins and me, we went up into the hay loft, and I said to the kids, 'You fellows have got to cough up some dough for the church, and " "Contribute money, Nickey. Don't be slangy," his mother interjected.
On the other hand, some of the vestry hinted strongly that tents could not be put up on church property without their formal permission, and a few of the more pious suggested that it was little short of sacrilege thus to violate the sanctity of a consecrated place. Nickey had painted a large sign with the word RECTORY on it, in truly rustic lettering, and had hung it at the entrance of the tent.
And Donald, moist-eyed in spite of himself, took her hand in both of his, and expressed his feelings and relieved the tension at the same time by saying: "Hepsey Burke, for all your molasses and the little bit of vinegar you say you keep by you, 'there are no flies on you' as Nickey would put it." At which sally Jonathan slapped his knee, and ejaculated: "No! there 'aint, by gum!
"That doesn't cut any ice, Nickey, excuse my slang, ladies," he apologized to his wife and Hepsey, at which the boy grinned with delight. "We're out to welcome all comers. I've got the books that we shall need upstairs. Let's go up to my den and talk it all over. We shall have to spend evenings getting thoroughly up in it ourselves, rules and knots and first-aid and the rest. Mrs.
But Hepsey continued briskly: "Now, Jonathan, you get into the back seat with Nickey, and Mr. Maxwell, you sit with me on the front seat so that I can talk to you. Jonathan means well, but his talk's limited to crops and symptoms, even if he is an old friend, my next door neighbor, and the Junior Warden."
So we lay on deck, smoked cigarettes, and were glad that we were alive. I spat over the side and gauged the speed of the current. "With this wind, we could run this flood clear to Rio Vista," I said. "And it's fruit-time on the river," said Nickey. "And low water on the river," said I. "It's the best time of the year to make Sacramento." We sat up and looked at each other.
"I'd say ''scuse me, Mrs. Maxwell, but one of the forks has gone, and you can go through my clothes if you want to before I go home." "Hm!" Hepsey remarked dryly, "I guess the less you say, the better." Arrived at the rectory, Nickey felt under some restraint when they first sat down to the supper table; but under the genial manner of Mrs.
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