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Harkless thought there was fruit in it, and I reckon there is; but some way it never seems to jell." "Go on," said Helen gayly. "I want to hear him abused. It helps me to feel less mean about the way we are treating him." "Yes; I'm slickin' over my conscience, too. I feel awnrier about it because he done me a good turn once, in the Hayes and Wheeler campaign.

You see, Sally is Southern and easy- going, and I suppose not over-particular in the eyes of you stiff Northerners. I don't mind things, either, and I suppose I'm easy, too. Well, great Scott! Jane hadn't been down here five minutes before she began to "slick up," as she called it and she's been "slickin' up" ever since.

Beside it was a single post sprouting hickory prongs, on which were hung as many cleanly scoured milk- pails glittering in the sun. On this post Hank had nailed a three-cornered piece of looking-glass Hank had a sweetheart in the village below a necessity and useful luxury, he told Oliver afterward, "in slickin' yerself up fer meals."

An' like so much porridge it was, slickin' along the bark of the canoe, stickin' like glue to the paddles. It's many's the time I shot the self-same riffle before, and it's many's the time after, but niver a wink of the same have I seen. 'Twas the sight of a lifetime. 'Do tell! dryly commented Bettles. 'D'ye think I'd b'lieve such a yarn?

I knowed he didn't mean a word he said then, but war jes' slickin' over the things he hed said on Quigley's account, kase the crowd seemed ter favor me. I say, comic! Let Rolf Quigley take the comic fur a sign." It is easy to pluck up fears that have no root. "Oh, I be goin' ter 'lectioneer all the same ez ever. Whar 's the nex' place we air bound fur?"

They stopped at the door to look in and say, "La, ye be slickin' up finely, Dirk!" or, "Ye be gittin' fine ways, lately, man. An' what be all this fur?" "Why," Dirk would answer, "I be 'shamed of livin' like a beast, man. An' the young master be wishin' us to hev cleaner housen an' slicker, an' I be willin' to do't ef he wish, now!

"Well, go out and tell 'em I'll see' em in a minute." Abner met them in front of the house. "Are you Joel Barton's son?" asked Ford. "That's what the old man says," returned Abner, with a grin. "Is your mother at home?" "Marm will be right out. She's slickin' up. Who be you?" "You'll know in good time, my boy." "Who's he? Is he your son?" "No," answered Herbert promptly.

"I remember the chaos my father's tool-house always was in; it never was in order and we all liked it the better because it wasn't." Celestina sighed and turned away. "Ain't it just the irony of fate," murmured she to Bob, "that after slickin' up every room in the house so'st it would be presentable, Willie should tow them folks from New York out into the woodshed?

But in a minute or so he gets over it enough to explain that he's noticed Vincent fussin' with his necktie and slickin' his hair back careful before quittin' time. Also that Vincent has taken to gettin' shaved once a week reg'lar now, instead of every month. "And he seemed very nervous when he took away his savings," adds Piddie.

I was clearin' off the little table by her bed, an' she was followin' me around with them big gray eyes. 'Slickin' up? she asks after a minute; an' I could 'a' dropped right there an' then, 'cause I <i>was</i> slickin' up, fer her fun'ral. 'Where's Jim? she asks then. 'Gone ter town, says I, kind o' faint-like. 'Umph! she says, an' snaps her lips tight shet. After a minute she opens 'em again.

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