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And he flung himself across the threshold, shaking with disappointment at losing the best chance of the whole day. Mr. Tisbett looked at Davie for explanation. So David, telling it as well as he could, got through with the story finally. "I can't say that ye warn't naughty, Joel," said the stage-driver, slowly, "'cause ye were.
Well, you set back and hang on to that there railing, or you'll break your neck. Then what would your Ma say to me? and I shouldn't never take you again." "Mr. Tisbett," said little Davie, deliberately, "I like Jerry the best, too. I do." "No, you don't," screamed Joel, with a nudge in Davie's side, "Bill's the best. Say so, Dave."
But I'm a-goin' to let ye in, and besides, I need ye to help me with them horses," and Mr. Tisbett began to look very worried at once. Joel sat very straight. "Oh, I'll help you, Mr. Tisbett," he cried joyfully.
King that could not be regarded as exactly complimentary. And quite sure that he was a frightful tyrant, they fell back with many a pitying glance at the Pepper family whom he was endeavoring to assist into their places. At last it was all accomplished in some way, and Mr. Tisbett cracked his whip, Mrs.
Beaseley insisting that she ought to pay but half price, considering all things, and with very black looks, when Mr. Tisbett coolly waited till every cent was in his palm. The little thin man skipped nimbly out of the coach, and, with a backward alarmed look at her, hurried to get into a wagon waiting a little distance off, in which Mr. Tisbett deposited the hair trunk.
But as there was no one to hear her, and Mr. Tisbett still laughed on, seeming unable to stop himself, the stage-coach contributed a very merry spectacle to those privileged to see it, as they bowled along to the next passenger for Strawberry Hill. "So you thought she'd really took my head off, did ye?" asked Mr. Tisbett at last, and mopping his face with his bandanna. "O dear me! Hee-hee-hee!"
Polly had raced up the winding path, and over the flat stone to drop a kiss on the little old door. "Oh! oh! Mamsie, do come!" she cried to Mrs. Pepper on the path. "Hum! I think, Jasper, you and I will let them alone for a few moments," said Mr. King, who was still within the stage. "Here, my good fellow," to Mr. Tisbett, "you say it's all comfortable in there for them?"
"Oh, I can't stop, sir!" she wailed, clasping her hands, "for Joel's dead, I guess." "Now you just git in here," commanded Mr. Tisbett, getting down to the ground; and without waiting for Polly to obey, he picked her up and set her on the seat. "I take it you're goin' after th' doctor. Now he ain't to home, for this is his day for Hillsbury, ye know.
"Here, David, give us your hand." And the stage-driver soon had little David on the ground. "Now, Bill and Jerry, it's your turn." And very soon Mr. Tisbett was busy in unbuckling straps and tackling, to release the big horses, Joel in a wild delight getting dreadfully in the way, and being, as he thought, an immense help.
Tisbett; drawing his fur mitten across his eyes, and leading his horses, he followed at a funeral pace, careful not to stop at the gate until the door was closed, when he began furiously to unload. A footstep crunching the snow, broke into the noise he was making.
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