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"I didn't know he was ill," answered Phebe. "Father always feels the winter long and trying. He'll be all right when the spring comes." "I'll ask him what's the matter with him," said Mrs. Nixey, drawing his slate to her, and writing in the boldest letters she could form, as if his deafness made it needful to write large. "What's the matter?" she asked.
He had been at her father's funeral, and was still in his Sunday suit, standing sheepishly within the door and stroking the mourning-band round his hat, as he gazed at her with a shamefaced expression, altogether unlike the bluntness of his usual manner. "Is there anything the matter, Mr. Nixey?" asked Phebe. "Have you time to take a seat?" "Oh, ay!
For the love of Heaven, don't give me away!" The keen eyes, were dancing now the big fish had fairly got the gaff. "I promise, Mr. Mayor, upon the understanding that you don't give away my man.... It's a compact? Thanks tremendously! And here comes the Manager to be congratulated upon the haunch. I never tasted better venison, Mr. Nixey, though, as you say, this is rather far North for koodoo.
Thought we'd sure get a fine breeze after reachin' the top; but nixey, nothing doing. It's as dead as a door nail; or Julius Caesar ever was. Yes, that spells rain before night, I'd like to risk my reputation as a weather prophet in saying." "Still, we go on?" Paul asked.
Yet I am only sixty, and my father lived to be over seventy. I was over forty when you were born. It was a sunny day, and I kept away from the house, in the shed, till I saw Mrs. Nixey there beckoning to me. And when I came in the house here she laid you in my arms. God was very good to me that day." "He is always good," answered Phebe.
"She's growing a notch or two higher every time she comes down," said Mrs. Nixey regretfully; "she'll be far above thee, lad, next summer." "She's only old Dummy's daughter after all," answered Simon; "I'll never give her up." To Phebe they were always old friends, whom she must care for as long as she lived, however far she might travel from them or rise above them.
It had been pleasant to him to see her milk the cows, and help him to fetch in the sheep from the moors; but until now he had been able to pay for the rougher work on the farmstead. His neighbor, Samuel Nixey, had let his laborers do it for him, since he had kept his own hands and time for his artistic pursuit.
It was too late, for the latch was already lifted, and she had scarcely time to say with a tremulous voice, "Come in." "It's me Simon Nixey," said a loud, familiar voice, as the door opened and the tall ungainly figure of the farmer filled up the doorway.
Nixey come home with her; but, oh, how tired she was of her aimless chatter, which seemed to din the ear and drive away all quiet thought from the heart. She had been very weary of all the fuss that had made a Babel of the little homestead since her father's death. But now she was absolutely alone, the loneliness seemed awful.
He reflected for a moment, and decided: "I'm sort of willing to be captured if you fellows only get a d d good licking for being so smart." The sentry looked up and smiled a superior smile. "Licking, hey? Nixey!" He winked exasperatingly at the prisoner. "You fellows are not fast enough, my boy. Why didn't you lick us at ? and at ? and at ?" He named some of the great battles.
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