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Updated: June 27, 2025
I want you to come back. Why, even that dratted Queen of Sheby needs you, Ida May or, whatever your name is! We've got to have you!" "Prudence can't scurcely get around the house. And that niece of hers sits there like a stick or a stun, not willin' to scurce lift her hand to help. Thank the Lord she's goin' home to-day. Her visit's come to an end. She don't like it down here.
One would s'pose she was the Queen of Sheby to hear her go on, instead of a beggar, whose father was the Lord only knows who, and whose mother was found in rags on this 'ere table. Drat the dum thing!" Peterkin roared, bringing his fist down with such force upon the poor old rickety table that it fell to pieces under the blow and went crashing to the floor.
Doty the idea of the "Queen of Sheby" appeared to recur persistently, all his imaginings of the poetic, the dramatic, and luxurious being drawn from Scriptural sources. "I can't think o' nuthin' else but Sheby when I look at her," he remarked several times. "She 'minds me more o' Sheby then anything else 'n Scripter. Minty'll jest hev to come ter see her."
He waved his cane in one hand and beckoned wildly with the other. Then he disappeared. The young captain vaulted the fence and ran across the ill-tended garden adjoining the Balls' side yard. Again he heard Cap'n Ira's hail. "Come on in here, Tunis!" "What's the matter, Cap'n Ira?" "That dratted Queen of Sheby! I knowed she'd be the death of one of us some day. I swan! Tunis Latham, come here!
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