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It ain't right nor religious," said Uncle Josh, knocking the ashes out of his pipe ... he smoked and chewed in relays. Paul replied nothing. "Come on, folks," put in Rachel, "supper's ready ... draw your chairs up to the table." We ate our supper under a quiet, grey mood.
But he sat there darkly, and by and by she put the kettle on and, in the most ordinary manner, made tea and spread their table. "Come," she said to him. "Supper's ready. We might's well draw up." He did glance at her then, as if she had surprised him, and she smiled, to give him confidence.
When he and Henry entered they found Sylvia moving nervously about the sitting-room. She was scowling, and her starched apron-strings were rampant at her slim back. "Well," she said, with a snap, "I'm glad somebody has come. Supper's been ready for the last quarter of an hour, and I don't know but the corn is spoiled. How do you do, Mr. Meeks?
The misery which he had seen in Dirk's wretched hut haunted him. Hagar poured out the boy's cup of tea, waited a little space, then returned it to its steaming pot again. "Come, yer supper's cold 'nough, now, honey," said she, coming up to Noll's seat. "What ye waitin' fur? Oh, chile, ye grows more'n' more like yer poor father. T'inkin' ob de mis'ry ober dar; ain't ye?"
I didn't want to pull out, though, till you showed up. I'm kinda leery about leaving the women alone, with just a couple of sow-egians on the ranch. Bud, you go get a pan of oats for old Schley. Supper's about ready, Ford. Have the boys shovel some hay into the corral, and we'll leave the bunch there till morning. Say, the wagons didn't beat you much; they never pulled in till after three.
Why he's got to hang round that shop till supper's spoilt when he could fix up all the shoes he's got in two-three hours, I don't understand. 'Twould be different if he had anything to do. . . ." Rose-Ellen said, "O.K., Gramma!" and ran through the hall. She'd rather get away before Grandma talked any more about the shop. Day after day she had heard about it.
And when supper's done, decent folk go to their beds, to be up again with the dawn. Only young and foolish creatures still go trapesing round from house to house, putting off their bedtime, not knowing what is best for themselves. A man landed here this morning come to paint the house.
Supper's at nine, and lock-up at ten, there. Now you'd better cut, or you'll be late at work." Yes, indeed! It would be no joke to be late my first morning. "Please," said I, "can you tell me the way to Hawk Street?" "Where's that?" said Mrs Nash. "I don't know. Follow the tram lines when you get out of the square, they'll take you to the City, and then "
Supper's ready!" The old man's face changed instantly. Its worn and scared expression smoothed into a smile, and, loosening his hold of Innocent, he straightened himself and stood erect. "All right, my lad! You've worked pretty late!" "Yes, and we've not done yet. But we shall finish stacking tomorrow," answered Clifford "Just now we're all tired and hungry."
"You look dead tuckered. Sit down till supper's ready." Enoch sat down on a rock and eyed his prospective bosses. Mackay was a tall, thin man of perhaps fifty. He was smooth shaven except for an iron gray mustache. His face was thin, tanned and heavily lined, and his keen gray eyes were deep set under huge, shaggy eyebrows.
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