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But, ach, I guess it's pretty most anywheres on a day like this but not in the house. Ugh, that patchin'! I want to forget it." As she closed the gate and entered the country road she caught sight of a familiar figure just ahead. "Hello," she called. "Wait once, David! Is that you?"
You should not have taken such a risk just for my model." Robin looked at Dale with shining eyes. Would she tell him of her "pretend?" "You saved my life once," she exclaimed, impulsively. "I did!" "Yes a long time ago. I was hunting in a little park in New York for my doll that I'd left there and you found me, crying. And you took me home to Patchin Place.
I wus whitewashin' the kitchen, havin' put it off while Cicely wus there; and there wus a man to work a patchin' up the wall in one of the chambers, and right there and then, Elburtus Smith Gansey come. And truly, we found him as clever a critter as ever walked the earth. It wus jest before korkuss; and he wus kinder visatin' round amongst his relations, and makin' himself agreable.
He stopped in his dressing to say, "We've struck a great boarding place, hey?" "Looks like it." "I begin t' cotton to the old lady a'ready. Good 'eal like mother used t' be 'fore she broke down. Didn't the old lady have a time of it raisin' me? Phewee! Patient! Job wasn't a patchin'. But the test is goin' t' come on the biscuit; if her biscuit comes up t' mother's I'm hern till death."
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John Patchin had charge of the institution he generally preached Sabbath evening, instead of the prayer-meeting. In the third year of our school our two older sons made a profession of religion, with a number of other students, which was cause of great rejoicing. Surely, we were blessed above measure.
"Don't seem to ba much of a store, after all," soliloquized the Deacon, after he had surveyed the display. "Ain't a patchin' to Ol Taylor's. Don't see anything very invitin' here. O, yes, here's a cheese. Say, Mister, gi' me about four pounds o' that there cheese." "Plank down your $2 fust, ole man." responded the storekeeper. "This is a cash store cash in advance every time.
"That's what I'm doin' until I make it into enough where I can go back and do some good. It's tired I am of blood-lettin', and patchin' up the sick and ailin', fevers an' all. I've got a few years left to enjoy meself an' I'm seventy come November an' I mane to do it." "How did ye find me?"
As it arrived in my absence, my son Daniel handed it to Rev. John Patchin, who became so indignant in reading the list of epithets that he proposed to reply. The first sentence of his letter was: "Sir, As John Quincy Adams and Henry Clay were seated in Congress, they saw passing on the street a drove of jackasses.
I wasn't a gardener then, I was in the cobblin' line, an' sat all day mendin' an' patchin' the folks' boots an' shoes. Mollie wur a lovin' little thing, an' oncommon sensible in her ways. She'd sit at my feet an' make-believe to be sewin' the bits of leather together, an' chatter away as merry as a wren.
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