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I guess we ha'n't got much this side o' two hundred gallon I ain't sure about it, but that's what I think; and there's nigh two hundred gallon we've fetched down; I'll qualify to better than a hundred and fifty, or a hundred and sixty either. We should ha' had more yet if Mr. Skillcorn hadn't managed to spill over one cask of it I reckon he wanted it for sass for his chicken." "Now, Mr.
Skillcorn could now do without her in the woods; and her own part of the trouble Fleda always took with speechless patience. She had the mixed comfort that love could bestow Hugh's sorrowful kiss and look before setting off for the mill, Mrs.
Skillcorn, who was at that moment standing with his hands on his sides, eying with concentrated gravity the movements of Earl Douglass and the doctor. "Don't shake your head at him!" said Fleda. "I wish you had come an hour earlier, Mr. Olmney." "Why?"
Skillcorn had been called in good time by Barby, at Fleda's suggestion, and coming down stairs had opined discontentedly that "a man hadn't no right to be took out of bed in the morning afore he could see himself." But this, and Barby's spirited reply, that "there was no chance of his doing that at any time of day, so it was no use to wait," Fleda did not repeat.
Skillcorn proceeding along the garden path in that quarter, and turning, jumped up and dropped her trowel and fork, to have her hands otherwise occupied. Mr. Skillcorn walked off leisurely towards the potato ground, singing to himself in a kind of consolatory aside
Skillcorn proceeding along the garden path in that quarter, and turning jumped up and dropped her trowel and fork, to have her hands otherwise occupied. Mr. Skillcorn walked off leisurely towards the potato ground, singing to himself in a kind of consolatory aside,
Skillcorn entered into an animated discussion of probabilities and impossibilities. "If we should be driven from our coffee dinners to tea with no milk in it!" said Hugh softly in mock dismay. "Wouldn't!" said Fleda. "We'd beat up an egg and put it in the coffee." "We couldn't afford it," said Hugh smiling. "Could! cheaper than to keep the cows. I'll have some sugar at any rate, I'm determined.
Skillcorn was rendering a somewhat inefficient help, or, perhaps, amusing himself with seeing how she worked. The little old silver-grey hood was bending down over the strawberries, and the fork was going at a very energetic rate. "Philetus " "Marm!" "Will you bring me that bunch of strawberry plants that lies at the corner of the beds, in the walk? and my trowel?" "I will!" said Mr. Skillcorn.
Skillcorn, with the air of a person who was at fault on no other point; "the big trees gives more than the little ones " Fleda's eyes flashed at Hugh, who took to chopping in sheer desperation; and the muscles of both gave them full occupation for five minutes.
I guess we ha'n't got much this side o' two hundred gallon I aint sure about it, but that's what I think; there's nigh two hundred gallon we've fetched down; I'll qualify to better than a hundred and fifty, or a hundred and sixty either. We should ha' had more yet if Mr. Skillcorn hadn't managed to spill over one cask of it I reckon he wanted it for sass for his chicken." "Now, Mr.
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