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Why he arst me fer my bloomin' name, same as if I wus a Countess a steepin' art of a moter-kar at the door of Buckingem Peliss. 'What's yer name, girl? says 'e. 'Sarah Geddes, an it please yer capting, says I. 'Then send the bally flowers to Sarah Geddes, says 'e, 'and take precious good care as she gets 'em. Gawd's truth, yer could 'ave knocked me darn with a 'at pin.
Wall, jest as I got through with the authoresses letter, and Lodema Trumble's, Josiah Allen came. And I hurried up the supper. And we sot down to the table happy as a king and his queen. I don't s'pose queens make a practice of steepin' tea, but mebby they would be better off if they did and have better appetites and better tea. Any way we felt well, and the supper tasted good.
Wall, jest as I got through with the authoresses letter, and Lodema Trumble's, Josiah Allen came. And I hurried up the supper. And we sot down to the table happy as a king and his queen. I don't s'pose queens make a practice of steepin' tea, but mebby they would be better off if they did and have better appetites and better tea. Any way we felt well, and the supper tasted good.
He was up to the neck amon' the claes I had steepin' for the morn's washin'. The nesty footer that he was, I cudda dune I kenna what till him. "Ye great, big, clorty, tarry beast," I roared in at the winda; "come oot amon' my claes this meenit, or I'll come in an' kin'le the fire, an' boil ye."
"That's honest sweetenin'," remarked the Trapper with decided emphasis; "and that is more'n ye can say of the sugar of the settlements, leastwise ef a man can jedge by the stuff they peddle at the clearin'. The bees be no cheats; and a man who taps his own trees, and biles the runnin' into sugar under his own eye, knows what kind of sweetenin' he's gittin'. The woman won't find any sand in her teeth when she takes a bite from that loaf, or stirs a leetle of the honey in the cup she's steepin'."
"A good strong steepin' of sage'll fix him all right, only he ain't sick, as I see. You take this shawl." Billy Louise refused the shawl and ran down the twisted path fringed with long, reaching fingers of the hare berry bushes.
He stopped and sez, "She is my wife." His indifferent mean madded me and I sez, "Well, you good-for-nothin' snipe you, instead of traipsin' all over the neighborhood tellin' of your wife's state, why hain't you to home buildin' a fire and heatin' soap stuns and bricks, and steepin' pepper tea?" "What for?" sez he, amazed like. "Why, to keep Malviny from freezin'."
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