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Skillcorn!" "What was the fate of Milo?" said Mr. Olmney presently. "Don't you remember, the famous wrestler that in his old age trying to break open a tree found himself not strong enough; and the wood closing upon his hands held him fast till the wild beasts came and made an end of him.
Carleton ever arrived from the Pool. One morning she was busy in dressing the strawberry beds, forking up the ground between the plants and filling the vacancies that the severe winter or some irregularities of fall dressing had made. Mr. Skillcorn was rendering a somewhat inefficient help, or perhaps amusing himself with seeing how she worked.
"I have asked the hull town, and I have went all over, 'till I was a'most beat out with the cold and I ha'n't seen the first sight of 'em yet!" Fleda and Hugh exchanged looks, while Barby and Mr. 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.
Skillcorn having now delivered himself of his news, went out to the woodyard. "I hope he ha'n't carried off our cows along with him," said Barby, as she, too, went out to some other part of her premises. "He was to have made us quite a payment on the first of March," said Fleda. "Yes, and that was to have gone to uncle Orrin," said Hugh. "We shall not see a cent of it.
This second voice was hardly raised, but it came from so much nearer that the words could be distinctly heard. "Mr. Skillcorn wants to know if you're going to fix the flowers for him to carry?" "They're not ready, and it wont do for him to wait Mr. Sweet must send for them if he wants them. Philetus must make haste back, for you know Mr. Douglass wants him to help in the barn meadow.
"I don't know how many we shall want, but a hundred or two at any rate; and the sooner the better. Do you know how much sugar they make from one tree?" "Wall I don't," said Mr. Skillcorn, with the air of a person who was at fault on no other point; "the big trees give more than the little ones "
"It is impossible to tell from his countenance whether successful or not." "Well, where are the cows, Mr. Skillcorn?" said Barby, as he came in. "I have went all over town," said the person addressed, "and they aint no place." "Have you asked news of them, Philetus?"
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 is a smart man," said Barby, coming in with a package; "he has made out to go two miles in two hours, and get back again safe." "More from the post-office!" exclaimed Fleda, pouncing upon it. "O yes, there has been another mail. A letter for you, aunt Lucy, from uncle Rolf. We'll forgive him, Barby and here's a letter for me, from uncle Orrin, and yes the Excelsior.
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