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I remember him as a boy, and he was jest as much diff'rent from Jason as chalk is from cheese! Yes, sir-ree!" This implied a compliment for her father, Janice knew, so she was pleased. Walky Dexter meant well. Little Miss Scattergood was Janice's greatest comfort during this time of trial. She did not discuss the girl's trouble, but she showed her sympathy in other ways. Old Mrs.
"That was my first present," he continued, "but it isn't my last, not by a long jugful, no, sir-ree." "But what did Rodney do, captain?" the parson enquired. "We are very anxious to hear." "Do! What did he do, eh? Why, he walked right over Sammie Dunker, that's what he did. Oh, I heard all about it at the store that very night.
This is a county road, I take it." "By glory!" exclaimed the farmer, arriving at the spot at last. "This road was built for folks ter drive over decent. Nobody reckoned on locomotives, an' sich comin' this way, when 'twas built no, sir-ree!" "I'm sorry," began Tom, but the man broke in: "Thet don't pay me none for havin' all my sheep made into mutton b'fore their time. By glory!
"He's been dead a hundred years, I guess. An' beside, I could knock him flat, yes, sir-ree!" He doubled up his little brown fist, and bounced up in the middle of the old shake-down. "What's the matter, Joe?" called Ben, sleepily; "turn over and go to sleep, and you'll forget again about the drink of water."
Van Kamp joined the women on the porch, and explained the attractively novel situation to them. They were chatting gaily when the Ellsworths came down the stairs. Mr. Ellsworth paused for a moment to exchange a word with Uncle Billy. "Mr. Tutt," said he, laughing, "if we go for a bit of exercise will you guarantee us the possession of our rooms when we come back?" "Yes sir-ree!"
Besides, he used to neglect his wife, and a man who neglects his wife ain't a man to trust with a couple o' thousand dollars at a time. No sir-ree! Not much, he ain't. But, as I was sayin', the way he used to harp on this place o' Lapierre's was a caution.
No, sir-ree! it's Phoebe Dawes that the credit belongs to, and this town ain't done nothin' but praise her since it come out. You never see such a quick come-about in your life unless 'twas Heman's. But you knew all this afore, Whit. Peabody must have told you." Captain Cy had listened to his friends' story with a face expressive of the most blank astonishment.
I'm sorry to have his sickness painted in that way." "That can't be helped. These artists are queer cattle; you can't drive 'em," Ben remarked. Bertha smiled. "He wants to paint me now. 'Not on your life' says I. 'You'd be doing double stunts with my freckles, and I won't stand for it." She laughed. "No sir-ree, I don't let any artist tip my freckles edgewise just to see how flip he is at it.
"Wouldn't you, Joel?" cried little David, running over to sit down by him on the floor, and observing great care to keep clear of the waving legs. "No, indeed, sir," declared Joel. "I wouldn't have played once with him, not if he'd lent me his knife. An' his skates and " "Oh, Joel, not even if he'd lent you his skates?" cried David, incredulously. "No, sir-ree!
"No sir-ree," was the emphatic reply, when the laughter which followed the archdeacon's sally had subsided. "I've got all boys, thank goodness, an' am not interested that way. But as the new parson is not married, we won't have to bother fixin' up the rectory. It's in a bad shape now, an' it will take a lot to have it repaired." "The rectory is certainly in a disgraceful condition," Dr.
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