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"Oh, hush up!" says Gilkey, turnin' away weary. "Come, Edna." And Edna, she went; also Mrs. Pulsifer; likewise Vee and Marjorie. Trust women for knowin' when a bluff has been called. I expect they was wise, two or three minutes before either me or Gilkey, that Pa Pulsifer was beat.
As soon as Marjorie gives 'em my hint about goin' back to Father there's a gen'ral protest. "Oh, I can't do it!" says Edna. "He would notice at once how nervous I am," groans Mrs. Pulsifer. "But you don't want him walking out here, do you?" demands Marjorie. That settled 'em. They bunched together panicky and started back for the lib'ry.
He had borrowed the tin trunk and was giving me a travesty on Tip Pulsifer fleeing over the mountain from his petulant spouse: for last night Tim and I had had a little tiff. For the first time I had forgotten the post-prandial pipe, and undismayed by the horrors of the famine in India or the tribulations of Sister Flora Martin, journeyed up the road to sit at Mary's side.
They had him in the kitchen, patchin' him up now, and they was all scared stiff for fear Pa Pulsifer would discover it before they could send him away. "He'll be a nut if he don't," says I, "with all you women out here. Your game is to chase back and keep Pulsifer interested." "I suppose you're right," says Marjorie. "Let's tell them."
"To be in love the way you are," I answered. "Oh!" he exclaimed. He had been taken back, and hesitated between anger and amusement. When Tim hesitates he loses his temper as a sensible man should lose it he buries it, and his indomitable good humor wins. "Tip Pulsifer says it's like religion," he answered. "At first it makes you feel all low-down like, and miserable, and you don't care.
They stood by him. Wouldn't see him imposed upon." "They just wouldn't. They're prime little chaps. The other boys were bigger'n they are. I'd ha' helped 'em, but they didn't need any help." "No. Yes, I see. It won't do to have any fighting, but then! H'm! They stood right by him! Good-afternoon, Mr. Pulsifer." "Good-afternoon, Dr. Brandegee. There, if he hasn't made me lose a hit!
If Brother Robert had finally decided to be married, it must be done properly. And Mrs. Pulsifer's country house would be just the place. Only, she had an idea that their old fam'ly friend, the Bishop, ought to be asked to officiate. The perfectly charming rector might assist. "Why, to be sure!" says Mrs. Pulsifer. "The Bishop, by all means."
Then how Pa Pulsifer had caught 'em lalligaggin' out by the hedge, had talked real rough to Gilkey, and ordered him never to muddy his front doormat again. "And now," goes on Ferdie, "he sends word to Edna that he means to try it once more, no matter what happens, and everyone is all stirred up."
Elmer Spiker was standing by him; the young doctor was moving about the room, apparently very busy; Mrs. Tip Pulsifer was peeping in at the door. "Didn't you know," said Weston, "how I'd shot myself all to pieces, and how there's a live fox in the hollows across the ridge?" "Mark told me of it," answered the innocent Tim, "and I'm glad to find it is not serious. They were worried at the store. Mr.
Course that was proddin' him a little rough, but I wanted to bring this thing to a head somehow. Made Gilkey squirm in his chair too. He begins rollin' his trousers down over the bandages and struggles into his coat. "I suppose you're right," says he. "I I think I will go in and see Mr. Pulsifer." "Wha-a-at?" says I. "Now?" "Why not?" says he, pushin' through the swing door. "Hey!"
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