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One day she found a long lumber-reach dropping new posts and rails along the length of the deep ditch into which the twins' pony had come so near to backing the little old ladies on that memorable day when Janice had first met them. "Hi tunket!" ejaculated Mr. Moore, grinning in a most friendly way at Janice, "I hope you'll be satisfied now.
"Mighty nice gad," said Scattergood. "Where in tunket did it come from?" asked Jim. "I stuck it there. Looked to me like a rig sich as your'n needed a good whip to set it off. I jest put it there to see how it looked." Jim glanced at his girl, scratched the back of his suntanned neck, and felt in his pocket. "Calc'late I did need a whip," he said. "How much is sich whips fetchin'?"
"If he only could retire to dear Polktown for the rest of his life and we could live together in peace." "Hi tunket!" exclaimed Marty, pushing back his chair from the supper table just as the outer door opened. "He kin have my share of the old farm," for Marty had taken a mighty dislike to farming and had long before this stated his desire to be a civil engineer.
Haley; but "different men, different minds." "Ye'd oughter come over to our graduation exercises, Janice," said Marty, with a grin. "We're goin' to do ourselves proud. Hi tunket! that Adams is so green that I wonder Walky's old Josephus ain't bit him yet, thinkin' he was a wisp of grass." "Now Marty!" said his mother, admonishingly. "Fact," said her son.
He entered the dining room and, putting the pitcher down on the table, pulled forward the armchair with the painted sunset on the back, produced his own pipe, and proceeded to hunt through one pocket after the other with a troubled expression of countenance. "Where in tunket is my terbacker?" he asked, after finishing the round of pockets and preparing to begin all over again.
Scattergood dropped the reins, lifted the baby to his knee, and jounced it up and down furiously, performing an act which he imagined to be singing, a thing he had heard was interesting and soothing to babies. It did not even attract this one's attention. "Sufferin' heathen!" Scattergood said. "What in tunket was it that woman said I sh'u'd do? Hain't they no way of shuttin' him off?
"He stopped and looked doubtful and perplexed, and scratched his ear with his forepaw. "'My name is he says, and stops, and then he turns to the elderly female, and asks desperate: 'What in tunket did I say my name was? "'Hewlitt, she says, 'Eliph' Hewlitt. "'Oh, yes! says Sammy, 'that's it. I guess I'll just write that down, so as to have it handy.
He ain't no kind of a hand to find things, is he? We'll have to larn him better'n that. Yes indeed!" Albert laughed, sarcastically. He was about to make a satisfyingly crushing reproof to this piece of impertinence when Mr. Price began to sniff the air. "What in tunket?" he demanded. "Sn'f! Sn'f! Who's been smokin' in here? And cigarettes, too, by crimus! Sn'f! Sn'f!
"Hi tunket!" cried Marty, after Walky had gone. "There ye have it. Miss Pearly Breeze, that used ter substi-toot for 'Rill Scattergood, has wanted the school ever since Mr. Haley come. She'd do fine tryin' to be principal of a graded school I don't think!" "Oh, don't talk so, I beg of you," Janice said. "Of course Nelson won't lose his school.
There was a spirit abroad among the people that had never before been detected. Walky Dexter hit it off characteristically when he said: "Hi tunket! does seem as though that air reading-room's startin' up has put the sperit of unrest in ter this here village. People never took much int'rest in books and noospapers before in Poketown. Look at 'em, now.
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