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Now, when Square Billin's died of a fever, that same winter, they hove all his books into that old lumber-room over Sudleigh court-house. So, when I was fixin' up the court-house clock, t' other day, I clim' up to that room, an' shet myself in there. An', Mary, I found them rec'ids!" He looked at her with that complete and awe-stricken triumph which nobody else had ever seen upon his face.
The painter said she acted sort o' wild, she was so pleased. She told him yaller; an' Josh had him go right to work on't next day. But he had her half painted yaller, an' his a kind of a drab, I guess you'd call it. He sold a piece o' ma'sh to pay for't. Dr. Parks said you might as well kill a woman with a hatchet, as the man did down to Sudleigh, as put her through such treatment.
I guess he was carryin' her over to that Pope-o'-Rome meetin' they've got over to Sudleigh." Dorcas turned about, in anxious interest. "Oh, I wonder if he was! How can folks give up their own meeting for that?" Nance pushed her chair back from the table. "Want to see all kinds, I s'pose," she said, slyly. "Guess I'll try it myself, another Sunday!"
It would leave the railway at Sudleigh, and we had a faint hope of its forming in regulation style, and sweeping into Tiverton, a blaze of glittering chariots surmounted by queens of beauty, of lazy beasts of the desert sulking in their cages, and dainty-stepping horses, ridden by bold amazons.
You know he's been as mad as hops over Sudleigh Cattle-Show, reg'lar as the year come round, because there's a raffle for a quilt, or suthin'. An' now he's come an' set up a sort of a stall over t'other side the room, an' folks thinks he's tryin' to git up a revival. I dunno when I've seen John so stirred. He says we hadn't ought to be made a laughin'-stock to Sudleigh, Passon or no Passon.
"I'm keeping school," said she. "School can't keep without me. And I'm going over to Sudleigh, every Saturday, to take elocution lessons. I'm having my own way, and I'm happy as a clam. Now, why can't you come and live with me? You said you would, the very day aunt Eliza died." "I know I did," owned the visitor, lowering her voice, and casting a glance over her shoulder.
"Ye see," said Nicholas, "the fust rec'ids were missin'. 'Burnt up! says that town clerk over to Sudleigh. 'Burnt when the old meetin'-house ketched fire, arter the Injun raid. 'Burnt up! thinks I. 'The cat's foot!
"Water enough for everybody, to-day! Guess ye won't have to peddle none out!" "Seems to be comin' down pretty fast! You better build a platfoam over that spring! Go hard with ye if't overflowed!" Strange to say, Sudleigh seemed to regard these time-licensed remarks with little favor; she even intimated that they smacked of the past, and were wearisome in her nostrils.
An' I 'ain't had my likeness took sence I was twenty year old, an' went to Sudleigh Fair in my changeable visite an' leghorn hat, an' Jonathan wore the brocaded weskit he stood up in, the next week Thursday. It's enough to make a minister swear!" Miss Dyer rocked back and forth. "Dear me!" she wailed. "Dear me suz!" The dinner-bell rang, creating a blessed diversion.
We realised with shame that Sudleigh, too, was here, to say nothing of sister towns less irritating to our pride. It was Uncle Eli Pike who stepped into the breach. "Here, Dana!" he called, and, as we were glad to remember, all the aliens in the crowd could hear, "I guess that hoss o' yourn's gittin' a mite balky. I'll lead him a step, if you say so."
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