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But the servants watched the sow and saw it enter Mother Sutton's house. Master Enger made light of the story when it was told to him, and, with remarkable insight for a character in a witch story, "supposed they were drunke." But a few days later the same servant fell into conversation with Mother Sutton, when a beetle came and struck him.
The three were drawn up at the street side, close under the house walls, McClane's first. Then Sutton's, with Gwinnie. Then hers; behind it the short straight road where the firing would come down. John stood in the roadway waiting for the others. He had his hand beside her hand, grasping the arm of the driver's seat. "I wish you could take me with you," she said. "Can't.
"Will you take me to Brampton, Uncle Jethro?" said she, letting fall the paper on her lap. "W-who's to get in the hay?" said Jethro. "Hay on the Fourth of July!" exclaimed Cynthia, "why, that's sacrilege! You'd much better come and hear Mr. Sutton's speech it will do you good."
Bixby and other minor politicians who copied him. And usually the other man played directly into Jethro's hands. Jake Wheeler always did, and now, to cover the awkwardness of the silence, he began on the Brampton celebration. "They tell me Heth Sutton's a-goin' to make the address seems prouder than ever sence he went to Congress. I guess you'll tell him what to say when the time comes, Jethro."
Sutton's room in the wing, when her name was called in a gentle, guarded key by her sister-in-law. "COME in! I want to talk to you!" said Mrs. Aylett, beckoning Mabel into her chamber, from the door of which she had hailed her. "Sit down, my poor girl! You are white as a sheet with fatigue. I cannot see why you should have been suffered to know anything about this very disagreeable occurrence.
"And I suppose Winston WOULD be very much displeased at my officiousness, as he would term it," had been Mrs. sutton's reluctant concession to her young guest's discreet counsels. "But it is very hard to remain quiet, and see everything going to destruction about one!"
Hogarth, Mr. Raymond, the book- merchant, and Rev. Dr. Duffield gave sufficient to pay the cartage of the lumber to the depot. Soon it was on its way. I dined at Moses Sutton's, who gave $5, and his sister Annie $1. Mr. Brooks gave me $25 in lumber. Mr. Bronson gave five thousand shingles; another gave $2.50 in shingles.
"I am not really sick, aunt, but I have no appetite, and having a great deal to think of, I preferred staying here to going to the table," was her answer to Mrs Sutton's inquiries. "Your hands are cold and lifeless as clay, my child. What is the matter? It is not like you to be moping up here, alone in the dark."
Above all, she should not be allowed to exhaust herself by talking, or hysterical paroxysms. She had no more self-control than a child, and she must be treated as such. Mrs. Sutton's jesuitical resolve was to humor her by every imaginable device, even to feigned friendship for Frederic Chilton.
"Will you take me to Brampton, Uncle Jethro?" said she, letting fall the paper on her lap. "W-who's to get in the hay?" said Jethro. "Hay on the Fourth of July!" exclaimed Cynthia, "why, that's sacrilege! You'd much better come and hear Mr. Sutton's speech it will do you good."
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