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You know I always did think Mr. Moy could have cleared Archie if he would," she added, with a slightly trembling tone. "So did I," said Raymond. "I gave him the opportunity after George Proudfoot's death; but when the choice lay between two memories, one could hardly wonder if he preferred to shield his brother-in-law." "Or himself!" said Jenny, under her breath.
Douglas to live in that cottage by the Rectory, and sent the boy to school with us; then she got him into Proudfoot's office the solicitor at Backsworth, agent for everybody's estates hereabouts.
There in the woods, at night, Simon Screecher the owl had told him of something that "counted," something that was right in front of Turkey Proudfoot's eyes. And Turkey Proudfoot named everything he could think of. He mentioned the oak tree in which he sat, the darkness, the yellow moon. "You're wrong!" Simon Screecher kept telling him. "You're getting further away with every guess.
To anybody that wasn't a turkey, their voices sounded just as sweet as Turkey Proudfoot's. But he claimed that there was something wrong with all gobbles except his own. Either they were too loud or too soft, too high or too low, too long or too short. And whenever a young cock gobbled in his hearing Turkey Proudfoot was sure to rush up to him and order him to keep still, for pity's sake!
And I'd like to gabble with you for an hour or two. I don't see what makes me so wakeful." Just then a familiar sound greeted Turkey Proudfoot's ears. It was a crow. It was the rooster's crow, way down at the farmyard. "Why, it's almost dawn!" Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "I didn't know the night was so nearly gone. It's no wonder I couldn't sleep.
Miss Mary Proudfoot's thin voice pierced the clamor: "I hear you have just come to New York, Miss Nash." "Yes." "Is this your first visit to " "No." Miss Proudfoot rancorously took a long drink of water. Nelly attempted, bravely: "Do you like New York, Miss Nash?" "Yes."
"And Turkey Proudfoot's will be out of joint too, as soon as he sees the newcomer." "Where is he?" Turkey Proudfoot suddenly demanded. "Let me have a look at him! I'll soon show him whether there's anything wrong with my bill." He puffed himself up and looked very fierce. To his amazement, Henrietta Hen only laughed. "Tell that to the new pet!" she said.
And his surprise was as great as Turkey Proudfoot's. "Surely!" he muttered to Turkey Proudfoot, "you aren't going to let these geese go unpunished. They've insulted you." "Ha! I thought they had," Turkey Proudfoot exclaimed. "And I'm glad to know that you agree with me. There's no doubt that they deserve a severe beating." "Ah!" the rooster cried. "Now we'll see some fun."
But he was a much smaller bird than Turkey Proudfoot and his tail wasn't nearly as big. Turkey Proudfoot often remarked that he had no rival. To be sure, there were young gobblers on the farm. But in the matter of tails, Turkey Proudfoot outshone them all. Farmer Green once had another turkey cock that bade fair to have as fine a tail as Turkey Proudfoot's.
The moment he heard the message Turkey Proudfoot's tail drooped and he forgot to strut. He even shook slightly, as if something had frightened him. And then, to the Muley Cow's astonishment, he began to gobble at her. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself trying to get me into trouble with Tommy Fox!" he scolded. The Muley Cow was still more amazed.
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