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There were seven in her flat; in his only four, including two that made wages. He came back from his trip with his mind made up. "Suse," he said, "come on in. You take this, Suse, see! an' let the kids have their Christmas. Mr. Stein give it to me. It's a little one, but if it ain't all right I'll take it back and get one that is good. Go on, now, Suse, you hear?" And he was gone.
They came to display, in their own persons, whatever was the most accomplished either among the men of the sword, or of the gown. The one was the Marquis de Flamarens, the sad object of the sad elegies of the Countess de la Suse, the other was the president Tambonneau, the most humble and most obedient servant and admirer of the beauteous Luynes.
D. and all sorts of learned things could not only speak eight languages, but he knew also so many other things that I've heard he could forget more in a day and not miss it than the ordinary man would learn in a lifetime." Jarvis whistled. "He wuz shorely a big scholar," he said, "but it agrees exactly with what old Aunt Suse says.
"You ought to have seen Rache an' Suse cry when old Gray bid us good-by," said Tom that evening at home. "Did you cry?" asked Margaret. "Guess not! Glad school's out; an' I'm never goin' any more." "I wouldn't if I were you, bub," said Margaret; "you know enough now." She always called him "bub" when she wanted to vex him, "But old Gray, as you call him, will be somebody yet, see if he don't."
As they went up the steps together old Aunt Suse suddenly straightened up and stood erect. A pair of extraordinary black eyes were blazing from her ancient, wrinkled face. Her hand rose in a kind of military salute, and looking straight at Harry she exclaimed in a high-pitched but strong voice: "Welcome, welcome, governor, to our house!
Aunt Suse had come down the brick walk, tap-tapping with her cane, as Harry stood at the gate ready to mount his horse. "Good-bye, Aunt Susan," he said. "I came a stranger, but this house has been made a home to me." She peered up at him, and Harry saw that once more her old eyes were flaming with the light he had seen there when he arrived.
They followed a footpath now, but the walk was nothing to them. It was in truth a relief after so much traveling in the boat. "My legs are long an' they need straightenin'," said Jarvis. "The ten miles before us will jest about take out the kinks." Jarvis was a bachelor, his house being kept by his widowed sister, Ike's mother, and old Aunt Suse.
She said I was worth my keep. But Aunt Suse says I don't earn my salt here." "I am sure you do your best, Bella," Ruth observed. "No, I don't. Nor you wouldn't if you worked for Aunt Suse. She says I'll give her her nevergitovers an' I hope I do!" with which final observation she ran to unlace Aunt Kate's shoes. "Poor little thing," said Ruth to Helen. "She is worse off than an orphan.
"Aunt Susan, or Suse as we call her fur short, is back at home in the hills. She's a good hundred, colonel, an' two or three yars more to boot, I reckon, but as spry as a kitten. Full o' tales o' the early days an' the wild beasts an' the Injuns. She says you couldn't make up any story of them times that ain't beat by the truth.
"We're with you," said the colonel, who was adaptable, and who saw at once that Jarvis was a man of high character. "It's cool on the river and that coffee will warm one up mighty well." "It's fine coffee," said Jarvis proudly. "Aunt Suse taught me how to make it. She learned, when you didn't git coffee often, an' you had to make the most of it when you did git it." "Who is Aunt Suse?"
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