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Chripp had lived until the tales of high wages and better prospects in America had drawn him from his native land. Quincy had said good-bye to all his relatives, friends, and acquaintances except Mr. Obadiah Strout. That gentleman should have no reason to say he had been snubbed. When Quincy entered the store Mr. Strout was weighing some butter.
I mention the fact of him being our former special partner first, before I said anything about his political elevation, for I don't believe, Mr. Maxwell, that he would ever have been Governor if he hadn't jined in with us." Mr. Strout always called Hiram "Mr. Maxwell," when they talked over business affairs. Hiram blew a cloud from his pipe.
"I s'pose you'll like England with its 'ristocrats and kings so well that you won't come back to these ordinary United States." Quincy knew that Mr. Strout wished he would stay in England, so he replied, "Oh, no. I'm coming back sure. I know a little about weighing groceries and I've decided to come back and go into business." "What good will your book larnin' do you then?"
He looked curiously at the rapt faces of the mothers, their babies asleep in their arms; the parted lips and shining eyes of the white-clad girls; at Cap'n Lord, who had been in Libby prison, and Nat Strout, who had left an arm at Bull Run; at the friendly, jostling crowd of farmers, happy, eager, absorbed, their throats ready to burst with cheers.
I always remember my exact age for I wished to know just how long I had been gone when I got back." The villagers looked at the stranger with marked variations in expression, but no one spoke until Abner remarked: "I guess you've struck the right place. There's a young feller named Billy Ricker that works for Mr. Strout here," and he pointed to that gentleman.
I'm one of the selectmen, and one of the assessors found it out and told me, and I bought it an' this store an' way up to the sky, and the land way down to China belongs to O. Strout." "I am much obliged, Mr. Strout, for your courtesy only one more question and then I'll try and find my friend Mr. Maxwell if somebody will be kind enough to tell me where he is." "You didn't ask where he was.
And they almost kill her, they are so heavy to handle." "Oh, my dear! I wouldn't let her do them." "I guess we wouldn't Gummy and I if we could help it," sobbed Amy. "But something must be done by the Carringford family to help out. When Mr. Strout comes over from Napsburg next week he will make us pay off something on that mortgage, or turn us out of the house such as it is."
Nearly all the people mentioned in their long talks were well known to young Quincy and after his father had finished his reminiscences the young man supplied the sequel. "What do you think of Mr. Strout?" asked the father. "Think? I know he's a dishonest man. You say that you parted friends. He is no friend of yours or mine." Then he told of his encounter with young Bob Wood.
Hawkins and her daughter Mandy." "Speakin' o' Mandy, you know she's got two little boys twins, one named after Deacon Mason, and t'other after your husband's friend Obadiah Strout, ther perfesser and she's got a little girl, nigh on ter two years old named Marthy after me but they don't call her Marthy it's allus Mattie. These new-fangled names fuss me all up.
One day, not long afterward, Miss Miranda borrowed Mr. Perkins's horse and wagon and took Rebecca with her on a drive to Union, to see about some sausage meat and head cheese. She intended to call on Mrs. Cobb, order a load of pine wood from Mr. Strout on the way, and leave some rags for a rug with old Mrs.
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