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Hardy looked over his shoulder and then backed his equipage opposite the Winslow gate. "Hello, Jedidah Shavin's," he observed, with a grin. "Didn't know you for a minute, with that shawl over your front crimps. What you got on your mind; anything except sawdust?" Jed was too much perturbed even to resent the loathed name "Jedidah."
Put a thief alongside of money and anybody knows what'll happen. Why, YOU know what's happened yourself. You know darn well Charlie Phillips has stole the money that's gone from the bank. Down inside you you're sartin sure of it; and I don't want any better proof of THAT than just your face, Shavin's." This time Jed did not attempt to contradict. Instead he tried a new hazard.
On his return he told his niece that he found everything much as usual. "Thoph Kenney's raised a beard 'cause shavin's so expensive; and the Come-Outer minister called the place the other denominations are bound for 'Hades, and his congregation are thinkin' of firin' him for turnin' Free-Thinker. That's about all the sensations," he said. "I couldn't get around town much on account of Abbie.
There, there, John! Don't talk so," entreated the Captain. "Where's the kerosene?" continued the old man. "And the matches? Now softly, softly. The shavin's. It's dark. Here, in the corner. Ah, ha! ah, ha! 'And all their goodly castles with fire! Now, Web Saunders, you wicked man! Now! Burn! I've done it, Lord! I've done it!" "Hush!" almost shouted the agonized Captain Eri. "Hush, John!
Armstrong's air of excitement was very much in evidence. Her cheeks were red, her eyes sparkled, her manner animated. Her landlord had never seen her look so young, or, for that matter, so happy. Captain Sam began the conversation. He, too, seemed to be in high good humor. "Well, Jedidah Wilfred Shavin's'," he observed, facetiously, "what do you suppose I've got up my sleeve this mornin'?"
I came pretty nigh doin' that very thing. I bought a five-pound bag of corn meal yesterday and fetched it home from the store all done up in a nice neat bundle. Comin' through the shop here I had it under my arm, and hum er well, to anybody else it couldn't have happened, but, bein' Jed Shavin's Winslow, I was luggin' the thing with the top of the bag underneath.
There was an expression upon his own face which, when Phineas saw it, caused the latter to chuckle once more. "He, he!" he laughed. "What's the matter, Shavin's? You look kind of scared about somethin'. 'Tain't possible you've known all along what I've just found out? I wonder if you have. Have you?" Still Jed was silent. Babbit grunted.
Probably he had some to start with, and he got the rest by gettin' folks around town and over to Harniss to cash his checks. Anthony Hammond over there asked me a little while ago, when I met him down to the wharf, if I thought Shavin's Winslow was good for a hundred and twenty-five. Said Jed had sent over by the telephone man's auto and asked him to cash a check for that much.
"Philander," he whispered, anxiously; "say, Philander, what does she want? Mrs. Armstrong, I mean? What is it you're comin' back for at four o'clock?" Philander looked down at the earnest face under the ancient sweater. Then he winked, solemnly. "Well, I tell you, Shavin's," he said. "You see, I don't know how 'tis, but woman folks always seem to take a terrible shine to me. Now this Mrs.
My train came along." "Jolly good ideer," said my uncle. He looked at me. "That really is an ideer, George," he said. "Take shavin's, again! You know that poem of Longfellow's, sir, that sounds exactly like the first declension. What is it? 'Marr's a maker, men say!" My uncle nodded and gurgled some quotation that died away. "Jolly good poem, George," he said in an aside to me.
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