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"Ain't it better dat one ob us should go dead, dan bofe should be obstinguished?" asked the uncle reproachfully. "Dat 'pends which am de one to go dead; if it am me, it am better for you, but I don't see whar I'm to come in; 'spose you see wheder you can got de gun " "Dar he comes!" whispered Uncle Pete.
He says if all men will do that the millennium will come to-morrow. I 'spose you know what the millennium is?" "I do!" said the Princess. "But I don't know what your father and his friend Oliver P. Morton have to do with Laddie." "Why, everything on earth! Laddie is father's son, you see, and he is made like father. None of our other boys is. Not one of them loves land.
"It belonged to Joyce's poor little dead young-un." "How in" then Tate blanched, for superstition held his dull wits. "How you 'spose it got there?" "How can I tell, Tate? But I'll ask Joyce, to-morrer." With that Leon had to be content. The feast began at five. Long, long did the youth of St. Angé recall it with fulness of heart and stomach. Yearningly did St. Angé womankind hark back to it.
Dotty pulled off her stockings. "I 'spose you thought I was going to keep it. Here, take your old money!" "You did mean to keep it, Jane Sidney Vance," retorted Dotty, as fierce as a thistle; and finished undressing at the top of her speed. The money lay on the floor, and neither of the proud girls would pick it up.
"'Cos, how did I know it was yourn. I found the pack covered with bushes, and I 'spose a man is entitled to what he finds in this part of the country?" "That depends upon circumstances," replied Mr. Brown, with a cautious glance at the place where Day had been excavating.
"I knew old Tinker's assistant had sold the brooch and he didn't oughter t' have done it, as I wanted it back. Mrs. Krill asked me about the brooch, and wanted it, so I said I'd get it back. Tinker said it was gone, but wrote to the gent as bought it." "Mr. Simon Beecot, of Wargrove, in Essex." "That wos him; but the gent wouldn't give it back, so I 'spose he'd given it to his son.
"How can I mind?" said Sim, gruffly. "I spose I must give it to who comes." "You might see somebody on the way, and speak a word; a neighbor, or the minister, or somebody. 'Tain't fit for it to go right to her, I know. Telegraphs might as well be something else when they can, besides lightning!"
"Maybe now," the affectionate old creature proceeded, "maybe Simon was vexed at what I let drop last night about the money. I know he loves his sister Scott, as I do: but it'll seem hard, too, to leave him nothing. I must make my will some day, I 'spose; but don't half like the job: it's always so nigh death. Yes yes, dear Si shall have a snug little corner."
It was 'fore she cum home from Europe! She jes' went fer him an' turned his head. Ef I'd a-knowed in time I'd gone an' tole her, but land sakes! I don't 'spose 'twould a done much good. I would a-ben to her before, only I was fool 'nough to promise him I wouldn't say nothin' to her ef he'd keep away from her. You see I needed money awful bad fer baby. He don't take to livin' awful good.
He had a soft hat, which had been disposed over one eye. Miss Crampton gave the sparks as wide a berth as she could, and as she advanced, "Well, sir," Swan was saying in obedience to his instructions, "if you've been brought up a republican, I spose you can't help it. But whatever your notions may be, Old Master is staunch.
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