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Would she have the kind of figure to fit the corsets you can pick up at any shop, ready made for fifty-nine and a half cents, and the dresses Miss Pettingill makes for ten dollars, with the front breadth shorter than the back? Or would she go in at the waist like an hour-glass and out like an hour-glass, to fit three hundred-franc stays in Paris, and dresses that would be tight for me?
"It would be much less vulgar to do that, Monty, saving your presence, than to force your millions down every one's throat." "Well, they swallow them, I've noticed," retorted Brewster, "as though they were chocolates." Pettingill interrupted grandiloquently. "My friends and gentlemen!" "Which is which?" asked Van Winkle, casually. But the artist was in the saddle.
"I didn't get up to the Town Hall that night, for I didn't feel first-rate and Sophia didn't want to go alone, but Abner told me what you did and said, and I reckon added a little on his own account." Abner appeared in the doorway. "I've put up the mare, Mr. Pettingill. Want me for anything more, Dekin?" "You can go home and help Susie," said Mrs. Mason.
One 4th of July Reuben Pettingill went to Boston. He saw great sights. He saw the dense throng of people, the gay volunteers, the banners, and, above all, he saw the fireworks. I despise myself for using so low a word, but the fireworks "licked" him. A new world was opened to this young man. He returned to his parents and the little farm among the hills, with his heart full of fireworks.
He bought and carefully studied a work on pyrotechny. The villagers knew that he was a remarkably skilful young man, and they all said, "We shall have a great treat next 4th of July." Meanwhile Pettingill worked away. The great day came at last. Thousands poured into the little village from far and near. There was an oration, of course. Yes; there was an oration.
"Nopper" Harrison was employed as "superintendent of affairs"; Elon Gardner as financial secretary; Joe Bragdon as private secretary; "Subway" Smith as counsel, and there were places in view for the other members. "I want the smartest apartment you can find, Nopper," he commanded. "Don't stop at expense. Have Pettingill redecorate it from top to bottom, Get the best servants you can find.
"There's Adams Street back of the Town Hall and Quincy Street on the other side." "I don't agree with you," said Alice. "I would rather have a street named after me than a monument erected to my memory." At Putnam Square they turned to the left into Pettingill Street and soon reached her brother's house. Huldah saw them coming and ran down the path to meet them.
The three had moved along the road a short distance while she was speaking. "My name is Quincy Adams Sawyer, and this is my friend and classmate at Andover, Thomas Chripp." The lids were lifted but the blush deepened. "My name is Mary Dana. I live with my father on Pettingill Street." "Why," cried Quincy, "Ezekiel Pettingill is my uncle I live with him.
Noticing some chapters on the Italian lakes, in an inspired moment he remembered that Pettingill had once lost his heart to a villa on the Lake of Como. Instantly a new act of comedy presented itself to him. He sought out Pettingill and demanded a description of his castle in the air. "Oh, it's a wonder," exclaimed the artist, and his eyes grew dreamy.
"Well, I'll saddle them and see you mounted." A quarter of an hour later Quincy led the horses to the street. "Don't go down Obed's Hill it is very steep. Ride along Pettingill Street to the Centre Road, which will bring you to Mason Street, and when you've walked your horses up hill you'll be near the grocery store, where you'll find me."
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