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"It don't cost you nothin' to have us read it," said Cap'n Joab easily. "The news is all here arter we git through." "Uh-huh! I s'pose so. I'd ought to thank ye, I don't dispute, for keepin' the paper from feelin' lonesome. "I dunno why Abe takes it, anyway, 'cept to foller the sailin's and arrivals at the port o' Boston 'nless he finds more time to read than ever I do.
What did I tell you?" persisted Mrs Climoe, attempting to thrust herself past. "This is my house," retorted Mrs Penhaligon, bravely heading her off. "If my children but I could take my oath, here afore th' Almighty " "You ask Mr Nanjivell! Why d'ee reckon he's puttin' a lock on his doorway, 'nless 'tis to prevent what I'm tellin' you from happenin' again?" Mrs Penhaligon stared about her.
So I keep an extry plate on the table. "I've had occasion," pursued the philosophical storekeeper, drawing up his own chair across the table from the girl, "to be at some folks' houses at meal time and had 'em ask me to set up and have a bite. But it never looked to me as if they meant it 'nless there was already an extry plate there. "Just like having a spare bedroom.
"Father says he'll git in here for you with three head and a Number 3 plow by the middle of this week if you say so 'nless it rains again, of course. But he's afeared you're goin' to waste Mrs. Atterson's money for her." "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," quoted Hiram, grimly. "If a farmer didn't take chances every year, the whole world would starve to death!"
Lathrop, but I 've always meant to get married 's soon 's father was off my hands. I was countin' up to-day, though, 'n' if he lives to be a hunderd, I 'll be nigh onto seventy 'n' no man ain't goin' to marry me at seventy. Not 'nless he was eighty, 'n' Lord knows I ain't intendin' to bury father jus' to begin on some one else, 'n' that's all it 'd be." Mrs. Lathrop chewed her clover.
We kin look for that boy’s trail on this side, for even if he be an Ecutock, I’ll bet my crooker bone ’gainst a lock of his hair that he can’t jump th’ hole, an’ I’ll wager my left ear that he’s got a trail an’ a bridge somewhar—’nless he turns bird and flops over things like this,” he added, with a troubled look. “Pete,” said I, “never mind the bird business.
Souns like ez if it wuz a hailin ontew a lot o' milk pans. I never suspicioned ez I should live tew hear sech a n'ise." "I guess Peleg's baout right," said Abner. "Thar won't be no show fer poor folks, 'nless they is a law agin' sendin money aouter the kentry."
"Them fellers ain't sewin' on no buttons. Si," he replied; "they're skirmishin'." "Skirmishin'!" exclaimed Si, opening his eyes very wide. "I haint seen any signs o' rebs 'round here, 'n' there aint any shootin' goin' on, 'nless I've lost my hearin'. Durned if 't aint the funniest skirmishin' I ever hearn tell of!" "Now, don't ax me nuthin' more 'bout it, Si," said Shorty.
"Joe were pretty well liked here, though he had a bit o' his dad's sulkiness. He 'n' Ethel Thompson crazy Will's gran'daughter seemed like to make up together; but even she don't know what drav him off 'nless it were the Cap'n's suddint death ner where he went to." Uncle John seemed thoughtful, but asked no more questions, and McNutt appeared to be relieved that he refrained.
I'll never waste my time sewing on little snips to hatch up some bed-clothes. They're always covered up with spreads anyway. Rainy days are the dismalest things I know!" "That is very true if we let it rain inside, too," Elizabeth agreed quietly. "Let it rain inside! Whoever heard tell of such a thing 'nless the roof was leaky." Peace giggled in spite of her gloom.
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