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"That's the way with men," said Mrs. Lander. "They always think the's time enough; but I like to have things over and done with. What chuhch do you 'tend?" "Well, there isn't any but the Episcopal," Clementina answered. "I go to that, and some of the children go to the Sunday School. I don't believe fatha ca'es very much for going to chuhch, but he likes Mr. Richling; he's the recta.
Oh, by the way," he exclaimed, "the's somethin' I fergot. I want to make you a proposition, ruther an onusual one, but seein' ev'rythin' is as 't is, perhaps you'll consider it." "Dave," declared the widow, "if I could, an' you ast for it, I'd give ye anythin' on the face o' this mortal globe!"
"I dunno but yer right. I hadn't thought o' goin' down in th' fall t' freeze up. We'd have t' be gettin' t' our anchorage by th' first o' October." "The's plenty o' time t' do that, sir. 'Twon't take more'n ten days t' fit out." "Then the's th' cost o' shippin' th' crew t' be taken into account, 'n havin' 'em doin' nothin' th' hull winter.
"If they ain't, they'd ought t' be." "Why should you say that, Miss Lois?" asked Fanny hurriedly. "They are very good friends." Miss Daggett bent forward, lowering her voice. "The's one thing I'd like t' know f'r certain," she said: "Did Jim Dodge find that body?" Fanny stared at her inquisitor resentfully. "There were a good many persons searching," she said coldly.
One morning, some days later, Peleg Hopkins came in with a grin and said, "The's some folks eout in front wants you to come eout an' see 'em." "Who are they?" asked John, who for the moment was in the back room and had not seen the carriage drive up. "The two Verjoos gals," said Peleg with another distortion of his freckled countenance.
Wake up; hit'l be day purty soon an' we can go and git some greens; an' I'll take the gig an' kill some fish fer you; the's a big channel cat in the hole jes' above the riffles; I seed 'im ter day when I crost in the john boat. Say Maw, I done set a dead fall yester'd', d' reckon I'll ketch anythin'? Wish't it 'ud be a coon, don't you? Maw! O Maw, the meal's most gone.
Rebecca broke in with a snort. "Eighty-seven grandmothers!" she exclaimed. "Don't you get to frettin' 'bout gettin' the measles or anything else, Phoebe only sof'nin' of the brain I guess we've both got that right bad!" "I don't know 'bout that," Phoebe replied, as she began to set the small table for two. "I believe we're gettin' back, after all, Rebecca. The's one thing sure.
"But Miss Bly the's come here this mornin' of a funny sort of a arrant, to my thinking, though her seems to fancy it's as solemn a business as a burying." "What is the matter?" asked Ruth, looking from one to the other. Some movement of Rachel's eyes sent hers to the table, and she recognized her own letter in a flash. She moved instinctively and laid her hand upon it.
"The's no shootin' straight wi' them things," Bob declared to himself, after several unsuccessful attempts to hit a ptarmigan. "Leastways I'm not knowin' how. But th' Injuns is shootin' un fine, an' I'm wonderin' now how they does un." With no one that could understand him Bob had unconsciously dropped into the habit of talking a great deal to himself.
"'Wa'al, I says, 'when he comes back you c'n use your own judgment about havin' a little interview with him. Mebbe somethin' 's made him think the's two sides to this thing. But anyway, I says, 'I guess he won't do no more hollerin'. "'How's that? says Tenaker. "'Wa'al, I says, 'I guess I'll have to tell ye a little story. Mebbe you've heard it before, but it seems to be to the point.
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