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"She's been on a farm too somewhere near Brighton, Muster Shenstone says, since she was at college; and ee told me she do seem to be terr'ble full o' new notions." "She'd better be full o' money," said the other, cuttingly. "Notions is no good without money to 'em." "Aye, they're wunnerfull costly things is notions. Yo'd better by a long way go by the folk as know.
"Most things is high in Millville," he faltered, "an' wages has gone up jest terr'ble. The boys don't seem to wanter do nuthin' without big pay." "That is the case everywhere," responded Mr. Merrick, thoughtfully; "and between us, McNutt, I'm glad wages are better in these prosperous times. The man who works by the day should be well paid, for he has to pay well for his living.
"But am dootin' ye're a fell billy wi' the lasses." "Ay, oh, I d'na kin; moderate, moderate," said Sam'l, in high delight. "I saw ye," said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, "gaein' on terr'ble wi' Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday." "We was juist amoosin' oorsel's," said Sam'l. "It'll be nae amoosement to Mysy," said Eppie, "gin ye brak her heart."
Folks that was in trouble come along and knocked at his door, and he never opened it a mite, even to see who was there. Sheep and lambs that had got lost come a-strayin' into his yard, but he never took 'em in, nor showed 'em the way home. He wa'n't no good to nobody, not even to hisself, for he was terr'ble unhappy and scaret and angry. So 't went on, oh!
"Ay, oh, I d'na kin, moderate, moderate," said Sam'l, in high delight. "I saw ye," said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, "gae'in on terr'ble wi Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday." "We was juist amoosin' oorsels," said Sam'l. "It'll be nae amoosement to Mysy," said Eppie, "gin ye brak her heart." "Losh, Eppie," said Sam'l, "I didna think o' that."
Yes, the mother plant see it all, without tellin'. She was jest a mite 'shamed but she was terr'ble pleased. The Stony Head When little Lib told the story I give below, Deacon Zenas Welcome was one of the listeners. The deacon was a son of old Elder Welcome who had been many years before the pastor of the little church in a neighboring village.
When they drew nearer to the walls, the breeze carried to their ears the sound of music dim at first, but growing louder as they advanced. "That doesn't seem like a very terr'ble place," remarked Dorothy. "Well, it LOOKS all right," replied Trot from her seat on the Woozy, "but looks can't always be trusted." "MY looks can," said Scraps.
Cap'n Bill and Trot rode very comfortably in the sunbonnet. The motion was quite steady, for they weighed so little that the Ork flew without effort. Yet they were both somewhat nervous about their future fate and could not help wishing they were safe on land and their natural size again. "You're terr'ble small, Trot," remarked Cap'n Bill, looking at his companion.
Suddenly Laura turned to him again. Her eyes had been staring dreamily into the fire, while her hands had been busy with her hair. "So you don't remember our visit at all? You don't remember papa?" He shook his head. "Ah! well" she sighed. Mason felt unaccountably guilty. "I was always terr'ble bad at remembering," he said hastily. "But you ought to have remembered papa."
According to his own wife: "The deacon he feels terr'ble sot-up bein' selected to become one the family, so to speak, right now on the top of that treasure findin'. I ain't seen him walk so straight or step 'round so lively, not sence we moved in. An' whatever the truth is in this queer business, he'll fathom it, trust him! or bust."
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