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But Fleda shook her head at the sixpence, and went on moulding out her biscuits diligently. "I wish Philetus would make his appearance with the cows it is a very odd thing they should be gone since yesterday morning, and no news of them." "I only hope the snow aint so bright it'll blind his eyes," said Barby. "There he is this minute," said Hugh.
"Do you know, aunt Lucy, I have made up my mind that my visit to New York was a dream, and the dream is nicely folded away with my silk dresses. Now I must go tell that precious Philetus about the post-office I am so comforted, aunt Lucy, whenever I see that fellow staggering into the house under a great log of wood!
"Philetus give it to me," she said, without a glance at Fleda's face; "he said it was give to him by a spry little shaver, who wa'n't a mind to tell nothin' about himself."
"'Tain't no handier than this way," said Philetus, with so much belligerent demonstration that the landlady thought best in presence of her guests to give over the question. "Where do you get them?" said Mrs. Evelyn. "How? " said Philetus. "Where do they come from? Are they fresh picked?" "Just afore I started." "Started from where?" said a gentleman standing by Mrs. Evelyn. "From Mr.
"There aint much in the pantry besides cold pork and beans, that Philetus and me made our dinner on they wouldn't have it in there, and eat nothing but some pickerel the doctor sent down and cold fish aint good for much." "None of them left uncooked?"
It wont do me no hurt to sit here the hull night; and I'm the only one in the house that's fit for it, with the exception of Philetus, and the little wit he has by day seems to forsake him at night. All the light that ever gets into his head, I believe, comes from the outside; as soon as ever that's gone, he shuts up his shutters. He's been snoozing a'ready now this hour and a half.
But as time rolled on, as her innocence became the popular belief, she finally relented, accepted his hand, and beneath the beautiful sky of Italy, forgot, or remembered only as a dream, the perils and sorrows of her early life. Philetus Potts is dead. Like Grimes, he was a "good old man!"
This was their daily Practice for a considerable space, 'till at last a Confident of Theodora's who was sometimes admitted as variety in these Brutal Enjoyments, for a large Sum of Money reveal'd their Intrigues to Philetus, a Youth of a very comly Person, but a little Effeminate, who passionately admir'd the beautiful Theodora, and who had made several Attempts on her in vain.
" 't aint no handier than this way," said Philetus, with so much belligerent demonstration, that the landlady thought best, in presence of her guests, to give over the question. "Where do you get them?" said Mrs. Evelyn. "How?" said Philetus. "Where do they come from? Are they fresh picked?" "Just afore I started." "Started from where?" said a gentleman, standing by Mrs. Evelyn. "From Mr.
"I didn't know it would take me so long," said Fleda, drawing a long breath: "but I couldn't help it. I had those celery plants to prick out and then I was helping Philetus to plant another patch of corn." "He might have done that without help, I should think." "But it must be put in to-day, and he had other things to do." "And then you were at your flowers?"
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