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She looked up with bright satisfaction, and twining her hands round his arm began coaxingly: "I'm goin' to ask you for somethin', father. You know you told me that on my birthday you'd give me most anythin' I wanted. Wall, I want somethin' this month, not next, as soon as I can get it a pianner. I guess the settin'-room would look smarter-like, an' I'd learn to play.
Why, that feller's got fists like like one of those sensitive plants my mother used to have in the settin'-room window when I was a boy. You touch a leaf of one of those plants and 'twould shrivel up tight. Jerry's fists are that way touch one of 'em with a nickel and 'twill shut up, but not until the nickel's inside. No, sir! Ho, ho!"
"It must be very unwholesome to have rooms made so dark and damp," she said. "I should think people might have more sense." "Oh, it wa'n't dark a mite!" interrupted Marty, eagerly. "There wuz a blazin' fire on the hearth in the settin'-room, an' the sun a-streamin' into both the south winders. It made shadders on the floor, jest as it does in the woods.
Elmira swept and dusted the settin'-room and the spare chamber, and washed the breakfast an' dinner dishes, and I guess she paid for that old dress ample. It had been laid up with camphor in a cedar chest, but it had some moth holes in it. It wa'n't worth such a great sight, after all. "Jerome he's worked smart, if I have had to drive him to it sometimes.
It's best you should make up your mind to it; if you don't, you may find it out by the hardest. That's all. I ain't never goin' to bring this up again." "I'd like to know what you mean, father." Thomas's voice shook with embarrassment and anger. "I ain't goin' to say anything more about it," replied the old man. "Mary Ann Pease and Arabella Mann are both in the settin'-room with your mother.
The settin'-room and parlor that used to seem like a dark-green curtained mausoleum, sacred to the mournin' pieces on the wall, and the hair wreaths of defunct Poolers wuz now the sunshinny hant of Beauty and Cheerfulness.
Bacheldor was certain as to the time because he had been "layin' down two or three minutes on the sofy afore goin' out to look at some wood there was to cut in the shed, and I'd just got up and looked at the clock afore I looked out of the settin'-room winder" looking out of that window he had seen a cat running from his henyard with one of his recently hatched Plymouth Rock chickens in its mouth.
I'll go and see her: that will do me good, even if I don't say a word about my 'werryments, as the dear soul would call them." Away she went, and fortunately found her friend alone in the "settin'-room," darning away at a perfect stack of socks, as she creaked comfortably to and fro in her old rocking-chair.
When he had filled himself he pushed his chair back. "I'll set with you while you wash up," said he. "But you'd better take off them Sunday duds. You'll find some calikers that belonged to maw in a box under the bed in our room." He laughed and winked at her. "That's the one on t'other side of the settin'-room. Yes that's our'n!" And he winked again.
"You get out of this, both of you. Don't you know this is a private sitting-room?" "No settin'-room," said Jimmie, recovering somewhat, "is private to them as sets under tables blackening one another's eyes." "You ridiculous idiot," snorted Mead. "Do you dare to think that I hurt this lady?" "Lady? Ain't she your wife?" "She is not," snapped Kate. "Then why did you hit her?" demanded Jimmie.
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