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Updated: July 17, 2025
He thought she was flirting with him, and came back with 'Tweedle-de-dee; whereupon she slapped him. So far I have escaped such consequences when telling people my name. But if, when asked, I reply 'Orr Tweet, they say 'What or Tweet? Then if I reply 'Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet, they look at me as if they thought I was trying to kid 'em.
"Now, you see this Lucy this afternoon and tell her you're bound out into the Great Unknown to make your fortune, but that you're comin' back to see her. Put emphasis on who you're comin' back to see. Then flee from temptation. Come now le's swallow this awful pill like a man." Hiram thought a long time, looking out the window. In the midst of this Tweet resumed his paper.
What you saw is just a beginner. I might have bought a typewriter instead, but well, I just didn't." "They're mighty nice," commented Hiram, as she paused. "Yes, they made a fool out of me when I hit Frisco," she continued absently, "but my day's coming. I'm getting a toehold, as your Mr. Tweet says. I've rubbed off some of the Mendocino moss."
Them big boys just naturally roll down behind us the minute we've passed. And comin' back, we hook on and snake 'em outa the way. And then, by golly, they spring right back again! Funny rocks in this country, Tweet." Sand, sand, sand far as the eye can reach, a sea of sand, with here and there a half-buried and bleached horned skull, and vultures circling high above in the heavens.
After that, of course, she made no further effort to enlighten him. As the weeks passed it developed that Orr Tweet was not the slowest salesman in California, where salesmen especially land salesmen achieve their greatest triumphs.
"Hooker," said Tweet, as he sat beside his friend behind the laboring blacks, "this is a man's life. This is doin' somethin'! This is gettin' somewhere! This is livin'! I envy you, Hiram. I envy you that big body of yours and the way you can handle ten big horses as if you were drivin' a trick donkey hitched to a clown's cart. Wild Cat, you're a lucky man.
'Farewell, bright sun! she cried, stretching out her arms towards it, and taking another step outside the house; for now the corn had been reaped, and only the dry stubble was left standing. 'Farewell, farewell! she said, and put her arms round a little red flower that grew there. 'Give my love to the dear swallow when you see him! 'Tweet, tweet! sounded in her ear all at once. She looked up.
Instead he sneaked up the dusty stairs and through the door of the lounging room. Tweet was there, half hidden behind his paper. Hiram sidled into a seat, swallowed twice, and said "Hello." Tweet at once lowered the paper and looked at him at if he did not quite recall his face. "Why, hello there!" he returned carelessly. "Back, eh? Here's somethin' may int'rest you."
"You may do so if you choose. We've saddles." "Your way suits me," Hiram returned. "It's easier work, I reckon." The girl climbed into the wagon with Hiram. Heine Schultz did likewise. Mr. Tweet, being a gregarious person, did not like to be left alone, so followed the others' example. "Which way, ma'am?" asked the new skinner. Jo pointed.
"Oh," said Jo, straight-lipped, "I understand." Tweet was not with the outfit when it pitched camp close by for the night. He sat in the automobile stage instead, and waved a friendly good-by to them. "Bread on the water, Hiram, comes back chocolate cake!" he cried. "That is, Tweet bread does. Ha-ha, Hiram! You been mighty good to me, folks. So long for a time!"
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