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I saw a hen setting, but didn't notice her particularly until one day she got off the nest while I was in the barn, and true as I live, that fool hen had been trying to hatch out those knobs." "They said you have a little boy, Mr. Strout," Maude looked at him inquiringly. "I hope he isn't sick." "No, he's all right.
"About as good as they make them," 'Zeke replied. "I've a good market for all I can raise. Strout and Maxwell buy a great deal of garden truck, and I sell considerable to Mrs. Hawkins direct. What I have left we eat or give away." Alice had taken young Quincy on her lap. He became communicative. "I've got a grandpa and grandma and Uncle Abner." "Abner isn't your uncle," said Alice.
"Not jest yet; I've some thinkin' to do. I don't take much stock in fightin' but I'd like to punch Abner Stiles' head." "What's he been doing?" "Why, didn't you hear what he said he said to that crazy fellow about Sawyer getting the best of me at my own game?" "Wall, he told the truth, didn't he, Strout?" "Look here, Mr.
If you hadn't set him up in that grocery store I'm afraid he'd be chorin' now. You remember Mrs. Crowley? She jes' loves them children, but Mandy's afeerd she's going to lose her. She's got a beau a feller named Dan Sweeney, and his hair is so red you could light a match by techin' it. He works for your brother 'Zeke. He's a good enuf feller, but he and Strout don't hitch horses.
In music you know we usually begin down low and finish off up high, and visitin' is considerable like music, especially when there's three children and one of 'em a baby." His closing words were intended to refer to Hiram's family, but Quincy made no reply. Mr. Strout was never at a loss for words: "How do you like being Governor?" "So well that one term is enough. I'm going to Europe later."
As the other lamps were exploded by the heat new inflammable material was thrown about. In a quarter of an hour the whole interior was in flames, and in an hour only a grim, black skeleton, lighted up by occasional flashes of flame, remained of Strout and Maxwell's grocery store. Next morning comment was rife. Mr. Strout had told how the fire was caused but there were unbelievers.
"Well, he won't," said Strout. "Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer cheated me out of one store but he can't drive me out of this. He thought he was awful smart, but when he bought the store he didn't buy the land. It belonged to the town.
Jamison was his dummy used by him in order to keep, himself out of trouble." "Oh, Mr. Day! Don't say that" "I say he thinks he has a chance. But he may be mistaken. Strout is sly. This may be merely 'strike suit' started in the hope of scaring you into making a disastrous settlement with him. He wants to get the property back. The foundations for that factory are already being laid.
Abner nudged Strout again, who resented it, but Mr. Stiles remarked in a whisper: "He's crazy mad as a March hare." Mr. Ricker did not hear his opinion of his sanity. "My father's name was Benjamin, Martha was my mother, and I had a brother William that is, I had them all when I ran away to sea at the age of seventeen years, ten months, and fifteen days.
"Ef we sold cord wood we might be doin' somethin'," and, laughing in his old way at his own joke, Hiram started to follow his partner into the store. "Say, Hiram," called out Strout in a loud voice, "bring in them two chairs everything's occupied out here 'cept the counter." As the proprietors took their seats, the store door was opened again, this time admitting Mr. Abner Stiles.
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