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Now you know I've got a rival, perhaps you'll own there must be something in it. 'Yes, that seems like the real thing. But who is the young woman? 'Well, I don't mind telling you, Picotee. It is Mrs. Doncastle's new maid. I called to see father last night, and had supper there; and you should have seen how lovely she were eating sparrowgrass sideways, as if she were born to it.
"Chops be it, then. In the words of the immortal Pickwick, chops and tomato sauce." "No tomarter sauce, sir," with profound gravity. "Sparrowgrass, then chops and sparrowgrass." He retires, and we all rush to the windows and look out upon the quaint old village a curious, old-fashioned scene.
"No; this year's," insisted Mrs. Munger; and Gates gave way with the air of pacifying a wilful child, which would get, after all, only what he chose to allow it. "All right, ma'am; a large leg of this year's lamb grown to order. Any peas, spinnage, cucumbers, sparrowgrass?" "Southern, I suppose?" said Mrs. Munger. "Well, not if you want to call 'em native," said Gates.
I won't say myself, for I haven't any acquaintance with him, and a man oughtn't to speak but of what he is knowing to, but I have heerd say, that he wa'n't as conversationable as it would ha' been handsome in him to be, all things considerin'. There seems to be a good many things said of him, somehow, and I always think men don't talk of a man if he don't give 'em occasion; but anyhow I've been past the farm pretty often myself this summer, workin' with Seth Plumfield; and I've took notice of things myself; and I know he's been makin' beds o' sparrowgrass when he had ought to ha' been makin' fences, and he's been helpin' that little girl o' his'n set her flowers, when he would ha' been better sot to work lookin' after his Irishman; but I don't know as it made much matter nother, for if he went wrong Mr.
You will be useful, at any rate; you may just as well be happy, while you are about it. The highest social class furnishes incomparably the best patients, taking them by and large. Besides, when they won't get well and bore you to death, you can send 'em off to travel. Mind me now, and take the tops of your sparrowgrass. Somebody must have 'em, why shouldn't you?
I wont say myself, for I haven't any acquaintance with him, and a man oughtn't to speak but of what he's knowing to; but I have heerd say, that he wa'n't as conversationable as it would ha' been handsome in him to be, all things considerin. There seems to be a good many things said of him, somehow, and l always think men don't talk of a man if he don't give 'em occasion; but, anyhow, I've been past the farm pretty often myself this summer, working with Seth Plumfield; and I've took notice of things myself; and I know he's been makin' beds o' sparrowgrass when he had ought to ha' been makin' fences, and he's been helpin' that little girl o' his'n set her flowers, when he would ha' been better sot to work lookin' after his Irishman.
The arrival in New York of his "shivering folios" created quite a sensation among the Cisatlantic admirers of "the gentle Elia." The sale was attended by a goodly company of book-collectors and book-readers. Sparrowgrass, Clark, of the "Knickerbocker" magazine, that lover of the angle and true disciple of Izaak Walton, the late Rev. Dr.
Then Uncle Mo sat down in his own chair to recover breath, saying in the course of a moment: "And what did the man say to Dave, and what did he say to young Sparrowgrass?" He did not suppose that "the man" was a person capable of identification; he was an unknown unit, but good to talk about. "He saided Mrs. Picture."
Two splendid groups of fringed "pinies," the pride of Miss Avilda's heart, grew just inside the gate, and hard by the handsomest dahlias in the village, quilled beauties like carved rosettes of gold and coral and ivory. There was plenty of feathery "sparrowgrass," so handy to fill the black and yawning chasms of summer fireplaces and furnish green for "boquets."
He was well-read in cities, and had brought home a budget of light, popular, and profusely illustrated articles of talk on an equivocal variety of urban life, which he prettily distributed among clovery pastorals, Wordsworthian ballads, De Coverly entertainments, Crayon sketches, and Sparrowgrass Papers, for the benefit of his country subscribers.
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