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The day after the completion of the picture a rugged figure in rawhide boots and coonskin cap approached Chester Perkins's house, knocked at the door, and inquired for the "Painter-man." It was Jethro. The "Painter-man" forthwith went out into the rain behind the shed, where a somewhat curious colloquy took place.
Cynthia's eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently. "Cynthy?" "Yes." "Er that Painter-man hain't such a bad fellow w-why didn't you ask him in to supper?" "I'll give you three guesses," said Cynthia, but she did not wait for them. "It was because I wanted to be alone with you. Milly's gone out, hasn't she?" "G-gone a-courtin'," said Jethro.
The man with the pipe spoke to the dog at his feet; "Listen to him, Czar listen to the poor devil of a painter-man." The dog arose, and, placing his head upon his master's knee, looked up into the lined and rugged face, as the novelist continued, "If he was only a wee bit puffed up and cocky over the thing, now, we could exert ourselves, so we could, couldn't we?"
Then he began slowly to unwrap the newspaper from the bundle: there were five layers of it, but at length he disclosed a bolt of cardinal cloth. "Call this to mind, Cynthy?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "H-how's this for the dress, Mr. Painter-man?" said Jethro, with a pride that was ill-concealed. The painter started up from his seat and took the material in his hands and looked at Cynthia.
"If you are pleased, it's all I care about, Uncle Jethro," she answered, and then, her face suddenly flushing, "You must promise me on your honor that nobody in Coniston shall know about it, 'Mr. Painter-man'." After this she always called him "Mr. Painter-man," when she was pleased with him. So the cardinal cloth was come to its usefulness at last.
Billy paused for breath. "In yer future dealin' with the painter-man, Janet, jest do 'cordin' to yer new light. I ain't goin' t' worry or fret. Ye allus was one t' act clear headed if ye had hold o' facts." Janet dropped upon Billy's knee and hid her face against his. From such a shelter she could speak more freely; but oh! how different the confession was from what it once might have been!
The ankle was one which had turned aforetime; it was an old weakness: moreover, it was mine. I was the painter-man. I could count on little less than a week of idleness within the confines of Les Trois Pigeons; and reclining among cushions in a wicker long- chair looking out from my pavilion upon the drowsy garden on a hot noontide, I did not much care.
"Now," said Mat, looking at the unconscious Mr. Blyth, after he had lit his pipe again; "Now, Painter-Man! wake up as soon as you like." It was not long before Zack returned.
The day after the completion of the picture a rugged figure in rawhide boots and coonskin cap approached Chester Perkins's house, knocked at the door, and inquired for the "Painter-man." It was Jethro. The "Painter-man" forthwith went out into the rain behind the shed, where a somewhat curious colloquy took place.
Blyth's, left the house with his two packages in his hand. "If the worst comes to the worst, I'll chance it to-night with the garden-door," said Mat to himself, as he took the first turning that led towards the second-hand iron shop. "This will do to get rid of the painter-man with.
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