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Having made a friend of the little witch of a girl, and of Buddy, who had been the baby the year before, but whose place had been usurped because of the advent of another tow-head into the family, the others of "them Trimminses," as they were spoken of in Polktown, had become Janice Day's staunch friends.
And I know he must appreciate what you have already done for him." "Wish't 'twas more! Wish't 'twas more!" sobbed Mrs. Beaseley. "But he'll come back ter me nex' Fall. I know! When he goes ter teachin' ag'in, he must come here to live." "Oh, Mrs. Beaseley! do you think they will let Nelson teach again in the Polktown school?" cried the girl. "My mercy me!
"I've had a committee come to see me and look over my work at the Polktown School." "Oh, Nelson!" "Now the secretary of the college faculty writes me the nicest kind of a letter. I've made good with them, Janice." "I I'm so glad!" she murmured, eyes still down, and trying ever so faintly to wriggle her hand out of his. Suddenly Nelson Haley caught her other hand, too.
As long as the drink is right here handy in Polktown, I'm afraid many of the poor fellows will go on a spree every pay day." "It is too bad," ventured Janice, warmly. "I guess it is! For them and me, too!" said Bowman, shaking his head. "Do you know, these fellows don't want to drink? And they wouldn't drink if there was anything else for them to do when they have money in their pockets.
"You read about such instruments coming to light in such queer places. And Hopewell's fiddle looks awfully old. From all accounts his father must have been a musician of some importance, despite the fact that he was thought little of in Polktown by either his wife or other people. Mr.
I hope you are wrong about Lottie," Janice said quickly. "The dear little thing! She seemed very bright to-night," she added, with more cheerfulness in her tone than she really felt. "Say, you don't want that violin stole, Hopewell," said Mr. Massey reflectively. "Enough's been stole in Polktown to-day, I should say, to last us one spell."
"I'm afraid there is some consternation under Walky's talk," said Bowman, seriously. "He likes a dram himself and would be sorry to see the bar chased out of Polktown. I hope you can do it, Janice." "Me me, Frank Bowman! You are just as bad as any of them. Putting it all on my shoulders." "The time is ripe," went on the engineer, seriously. "You won't be alone in this.
So I have," he admitted, his face suddenly broadening. "Trust you women folks for finding things out in a hurry. But he ain't teaching school up here believe me!" "No?" "He's helping clean up my hog lot. I dunno but maybe he thinks it isn't any worse than managing Polktown boys," and the elder chuckled. But Janice was serious and she bent forward and laid a hand upon the old man's arm.
Especially was there a large number of women, and it was notorious that on that particular Monday more housewives were late with their weekly wash than ever before in the annals of Polktown. "Jefers-pelters!" muttered Walky Dexter, as he urged Josephus into High Street on his first trip downtown. "What's got ev'rybody? Circus in town? If so, it must ha' slipped my mind."
"Ain't willin' ter give the young feller a chance't at all, heh?" said Mr. Day, puffing hard at his pipe. "Wall! we'll see abeout that." "We'd never have a better teacher, I tell 'em," Walky flung back over his shoulder. "But Mr. Haley's drawin' a good salary and there's them that think it oughter go ter somebody that belongs here in Polktown, not to an outsider like him."
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