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"Here you be!" exclaimed Mr. Tisbett merrily, reversing the process, and setting her carefully on the ground. "Now, says I; up I goes," his foot on the wheel to spring to the box. "Stay!" a peremptory hand was laid on his shaggy coat sleeve, and he turned to face old Mr. King. "When I meet a man who can do such a kind thing, it is worth my while to say that I trust no words of mine gave offense.
"That's no fun, with one hand," said Joel, disconsolately, drumming on the window pane. "Some folks always drive with their left hand," said Polly. "Mr. Tisbett doesn't," said Joel, gloomily regarding the bunch of white cloth that covered his right hand. "He always drives with this one," sticking it out, "'cept when he takes both."
Once within the cosey little dining room, with the green paper shades flapping in the summer breeze, and seated at the table with the tavern-keeper's wife bustling around to lay on the hot dishes, Joel thought differently, and had a hard time to keep his tongue still. Little Davie watched everything silently, with wide-open blue eyes. "I'm goin' to hev ham an' eggs," said Mr. Tisbett.
Tisbett?" he cried, his breath most gone, from fright, and his little face aflame. "Goodness me, how you scart me!" exclaimed the tavern-keeper's wife, who, with another woman, was flying around to get the work done up. "Oh, it's one of the Pepper boys. What's the matter, dear?" with a glance at David's hot face. "What you ben a-runnin' so for?" "Joel."
Tisbett!" she screamed, running, if the speed she now exercised could be called by that name, for it was more like waddling, out to the porch. "He isn't there," gasped David, following her. "Oh, dear Mrs. Green, please hurry and find him," he implored. "I don't know no more'n the dead where he is, child," said Mrs.
Tisbett, when dinner was over, and the little Peppers declared they couldn't eat any more, "I'm a-goin' to set out on th' porch a minute or two. I allers let Bill an' Jerry rest a full hour," pulling out the big silver watch again. "When I'm a man," cried Joel, leaning back in his chair, wishing he could eat some more raspberry shortcake, "I'm goin' to have a watch just like yours, Mr. Tisbett."
We must stop for Mr. Filbert." The next passenger was a thin, wiry little man, who seemed to beg pardon constantly for being in somebody's way. And after Mr. Tisbett had slung his hair trunk on the rack, Mr. Filbert stepped gently into the stage-coach. "Excuse me, Marm," he said to the woman. "Did I step on your toes?" "You hain't hurt me none," said Mrs. Beaseley, "and you hain't teched my toes.
"Oh, let me drive!" begged Joel; "just up to the door, Mr. Tisbett," he implored. "We don't want to be upset under folks' noses," said Mr. Tisbett. "Land! I'd rather 'twould happen where there warn't no one to see, if 'twas going to." "I wouldn't upset it for anything," promised Joel. "Please, Mr. Tisbett." But Mr.
For Polly could run the swiftest of any of them, her feet hardly touching the ground. Somebody called her name as she spun along the dusty ground, but she didn't stop only sped on. But by laying the whip smartly over the back of his horse, the man in the wagon came up by her side and yelled at her, and then she saw that it was Mr. Tisbett.
"If that child wants to kiss her ma agen, she shall do it," declared Mr. Tisbett; and throwing down the reins, he sprang to the ground, seized Phronsie, and swung her lightly over the window edge. "There you be went through just like a bird." And there she was, sure enough, in Mrs. Pepper's lap. "I should like to go with you," Phronsie was whispering under Mrs.
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