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I had only to place a teaspoonful of powdered chlorate of potash and sugar on the stove-hearth near a few shavings and kindling, and at the required time make the clock, through a simple arrangement, touch the inflammable mixture with a drop of sulphuric acid.
"My! but I'm glad we're not over on those flats now," said Agnes. It was almost one o'clock when they struggled through the last drift and reached the back door of the old Corner House. Uncle Rufus, his feet on the stove-hearth, was sleeping in his old armchair, waiting up for them. "Oh, Uncle Rufus! you ought to be abed," cried Ruth. "You've lost your beauty sleep, Uncle Rufus," added Agnes.
Reed, lately arrived from Illinois, was now sitting with his feet on the stove-hearth and so close to the coals that the cabin was strong with the odour of frying rubber, and declaring modestly: "I may say, without braggin', that I have made an enormous success since I gave up my flour and feed store and took to well-diggin' as a perfession.
I kinda recollect something of the kind. What I want to know is who's the lady? And what did I do it for?" He sat down, leaned his bruised head upon his palms, and spat morosely into the stove-hearth. "Lordy me," he grumbled. "I don't know any lady well enough to marry her and I sure can't think of any female lady that would marry me not even by proxy!"
So Judge Sifter turned around slowly several times and then said: "We have nothing against the girl except the stove-hearth upon which she sits. Therefore I order her instantly discharged." "Discharged!" cried Dorothy. "Why, I never was discharged in my life, and I don't intend to be. If it's all the same to you, I'll resign." "It's all the same," declared the King.
He didn't dare to go against Leigh as long as Jane Aydelot was livin'." He stuck a blazing match to the letter and watched it crumple to ashes on the rusty stove-hearth. Then he carefully swept the ashes on a newspaper, and, opening his doors again, he scattered them in the dusty main street of Wykerton. That afternoon Champers went again to the Cloverdale Ranch.
He leaned back, one foot upon the stove-hearth. Shrill cries rang in the old house. "'Druther 'twould hev been a painter," said Tunk, sighing. "Why so?" "More used to 'em," said Tunk, sadly. They listened a while longer without speaking. "Ye can't drive it, ner coax it, ner scare it away, ner do nuthin' to it," said Tunk, presently. He rose and picked up the things Trove had brought with him.
It must have been so when he lived at home. His sister could not eat; she took some tea, and went to bed. His brother-in-law pulled off his boots after dinner, and put up his stocking-feet on the stove-hearth to warm them. There was no longer any chance to talk with his mother indoors, and he asked her if she would not like to come out; it was very mild.
Boil up, add a tablespoonful of tomato catsup and a glass of claret, then take from the fire." Wallie reflected, as he sat with his feet on the stove-hearth overflowing with ashes, that when it came to the "forcemeat" he was "there with the crumbs," since he had an accumulation of ancient biscuit too hard to eat. Also he had salt pork and onions.
"An' you tell him I've got his dinner down on the stove-hearth, 'twixt plates, a-keepin' it hot for him." Janice did as she was bidden as far as knocking at the door of the front room was concerned. There was no answer at first not a sound from within. She rapped a second time. "I am sorry, Mrs. Beaseley; I could not possibly eat any dinner to-day," Nelson's voice finally replied.
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