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Sophrony Hallett's gone to Ostable, but she won't be back till to-morrow I cal'late. Hello! there she whistles now." Needless to say it was the train, not the widow Hallett, that had whistled. The depot master rose from his chair. A yellow dog, his property, scrambled from beneath it, and rushing out of the door and to the farther end of the platform, barked furiously.
I didn't s'pose thar wuz so nice a man, or sich a good-lookin' one, in the hull Yankee army, or in the oonfederit either, fur that matter. But, then, yo' ain't no real blue-bellied Yankee." "No, indeed, Sophrony. I never saw New England in all my life, nor did any o' my people. "Say, Mister, why don't you leave the Yankee army?" "Can't," said Shorty, despairingly.
"Here, Sophrony, fetch the camphire; she's goin' to faint." But Mary did not faint, and after smelling the camphor, she said, "Go on, madam, and tell me more of Sarah Fletcher." "She can do it," whispered the landlord with a sly wink. "She knows every body's history from Dan to Beersheby." This intimation was wholly lost on the good-humored hostess, who continued, "Mr.
Meek in name and in nature, there was not a day that she did not overwork, and when the forenoon's tasks were completed, she would lie back exhausted in the big old chair, only to be reprimanded if her husband chanced to come in, for "havin' so little energy." It was with delight that she welcomed Aunt Sophrony, saying: "Do tell me all the news. I'm nearly always too tired to go out and hear any."
I s'pose me and Sophrony hadn't ought to worry. Dr. Parker seems to know about the case." "Humph!" grunted the depot master, "there's only two bein's in creation that know it all. One's the Almighty and t'other's young Parker. He's right out of medical school and is just as fresh as his diploma. He hadn't any business to go fishin' and leave his patients. We lost a good man when old Dr.
Wisht he would be well enough to see it to-day, same as we planned." "Well, Hiram," said Sophrony, "we hadn't ought to complain. We'd ought to be thankful he's goin' to get well at all. Dr. Morgan says, thanks to that blessed toxing stuff, he'll be up and around in a couple of weeks." "Sophrony," said her husband, "we'll have a special birthday celebration for him when he gets all well.
"Hush, Hiram! don't talk that way. A shadow! Oh, WHAT made you say that? Sounds like a warnin', almost." "Warnin'?" "Yes, a forewarnin', you know. 'The valley of the shadow " "HUSH!" Captain Baker's face paled under its sunburn. "Don't say such things, Sophrony. If that happened, the Lord help you and me. But it won't it won't. We're nervous, that's all.
"She will feel worse than you when she finds you have come back with money." "That's so." "And you will easily find some one else," suggested Joe. "There's Sophrony Thompson thinks a sight of me," said Mr. Bickford. "She's awful jealous of Susan. If Susan goes back on me, I'll call round and see Sophrony." Joe laughed.
On the sunny morning when Barnes' store had been the scene of the gossip and discussion in regard to the new quarters for the school, Sophrony Hodgkins had made an early start on a "c'lection tour," as old Nate Burnham would have called it.
Day, under his breath. "Mrs. Watkins has come to an age when nobody can say she's flighty, I sh'd hope," continued Miss Peckham. "She's settled. And she's got to earn her livin'." "Now, Marthy!" objected Mrs. Watkins. "Well, 'tis so, Sophrony, ain't it?" demanded her friend. "Oh, of course, expenses are heavy, and it's desirable that I should should well, add to my income.
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