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"We wa'n't alludin' to no Husshons," retorted Timothy Grant. "We was dealin' with the misfortunes of Aaron Boynton, who never fit valoriously on the field o' battle, but perished out in Ohio of scarlit fever, if what they say in Enfield is true." "Tis an easy death," remarked Bill argumentatively. "Scarlit fever don't seem like nothin' to me!
Many's the time I've been close enough to fire at the eyeball of a Husshon, an' run the resk o' bein' blown to smithereens! calm and cool I alters was, too! Scarlit fever is an easy death from a warrior's p'int o' view!" "Speakin' of easy death," continued Timothy, "you know I'm a great one for words, bein' something of a scholard in my small way.
I wouldn't do it no more 'n I'd tear away that scarlit bean that's twisted itself round 'n' round that pink hollyhock there. I stuck a stick in the ground, and carried a string to the winder; but I didn't git at it soon enough, the bean vine kep' on growin' the other way, towards the hollyhock.
Hudgers looked incredulous. "I seen the chillern agoin' hum from school," she maintained. "Them was the Jenkinses, Iry hez come down with the scarlit fever, and they're all in quarrytine." "How you talk! Wait till I put the kittle offen the bile." The two neighbors sat down to discuss this affliction with the ready sympathy of the poor for the poor.
Every time I talk 'bout hollyhocks and scarlit beans I ain't meanin' Dave Milliken 'n' me, not by a long chalk! I was only givin' you my views 'bout partin' them children, that's all!"
"Indeed he does," returned Ferdinand; "he looks on the band as being quite a part of the church, and says that he would hardly know the place without it." "A horgin!" grunted Sennacherib, scornfully. "An' when they'd got it, theer's some on 'em as 'ud niver be content till they'd got a monkey in a scarlit coat to sit atop on it." "I hardly think they want that kind of organ, Mr.
"I phixt on scarlit tites, then, imbridered with goold, as I have seen Widdicomb wear them at Hashleys when me and Mary Hann used to go there. Ninety-six guineas worth of rich goold lace and cord did I have myhandering hall hover those shoperb inagspressables. "Yellow marocky Heshn boots, red eels, goold spurs and goold tassels as bigg as belpulls.
At least she'll try her a spell 'n' see how she behaves, 'n' whether she's good comp'ny for her own little girl that's a reg'lar limb o' Satan anyway, 'n' consid'able worse sence she's had the scarlit fever, 'n' deef as a post too, tho' they're blisterin' her, 'n' she may git over it.
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