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You're one pair o' the Bobbsey twins, as they call 'em over to Lakeport. I've heard Sary speak o' ye. Sary's my wife." The farmer ran his hand through his thick beard. "You can't tramp home in this storm." "Oh, we must get home," said Nan. "What will mamma say? She will think we are killed, or drowned, or something, and she isn't over the scare she got when Freddie was lost."
Ah wish you-all'd eat that brekfus an' vamoose outen my way. Ah hes t' scrub this hull floor soon ez th' stove's shined!" "That's exactly why I came in, Sary to get breakfast out of your way," returned Mrs. Brewster, sending a swift glance at Polly and Anne. As Sary's words made way for their work, all fell to with a vim. Polly and Anne carried dishes and chairs out of the room, while Mrs.
Sary's anxious tone expressed her eagerness for a favorable reply to her query on widowhood. Eleanor looked at Anne to answer, so she took the initiative. "Certainly, Sary come right along and enjoy yourself." Barbara was shocked. "The help's not going surely!" "Humph! Miss Halsey ast me afore she mentioned you-all!" snapped Sary, quite able to defend herself against Barbara's pride.
Now Sary's would-be bewitching leer and her dangerous proximity to him, frightened Jeb worse than any Rocky Mountain avalanche ever, so that he forgot he held an armful of wood. He suddenly went lax in the muscles, dropped the wood, and turned to flee to his hay-loft where no Sary dared follow without a chaperone.
And ef she once saw what a heap she is throwin' away, she might think Ah was gettin' too much!" Mrs. Brewster laughed at Sary's wily ways, and replied: "Well, I'll spare you from all the work as long as you are gathering plums from Bob's orchard. I hope you can fill a whole trunk, Sary." But an unforeseen outgrowth of all these donations was sure to happen.
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