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Bye and bye it comes Lydia's turn to decide what place she and her new husband are to take in Endbury society, and here is what one frank, sensible man says about it: 'It may be all right for Marietta Mortimer to kill herself body and soul by inches to keep what bores her to death to have a social position in Endbury's two-for-a-cent society, but, for the Lord's sake, why do they make such a howling and yelling just at the tree when Lydia's got the tragically important question to decide as to whether that's what she wants?
"More style than a blue-ribbon horse at a county fair, just because the General took a little notice of you. But you'll not last long. I know you." "Sir," said Shorty, facing about and stiffly saluting, "if you've got any message for the General, I'll deliver it. If you hain't, keep your head shet." "O, go on; go on, now, you two-for-a-cent Corporal.
I can't eat 'em that way I'm no weasel and I told the waiter I wanted an egg cup. Nigh as I could make out from his pigeon English he was tellin' me there was a cup there. Well, there was, one of those little, two-for-a-cent contraptions, just big enough to stick one end of the egg into. 'I want a big one, says I. 'We, Madame, says he, and off he trotted.
What are you going to have, Mabel?” the other answered. They discussed everything in the one-cent case. Always they talked in whispers. And they continued to look more often at Maida than at the candy. “Have you anything two-for-a-cent?” Mabel whispered finally. “Oh, yes—all the candy in this corner.” The two little girls studied the corner Maida indicated.
When you go to Wellmouth Port you get off the cars at Wellmouth Center and then take Labe Bearse's barge and ride four miles; and then, if the horse don't take a notion to lay down in the road and go to sleep, or a wheel don't come off or some other surprise party ain't sprung on you, you come to a place where there's a Baptist chapel that needs painting, and a little two-for-a-cent store that needs trade, and two or three houses that need building over, and any Lord's quantity of scrub pines and beach grass and sand.
Mercy me, you mustn't expect as busy a man as the head of Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot to drop everything else and run around in circles attendin' to my little two-for-a-cent business!" The relative of the great man admitted that there was reason in this line of argument, but he was impatient, nevertheless. His daily walks now included trips to the post office.
"He never pays visits, folks go to him." "He'd come to see me, wouldn't he?" "I I'm afraid riot, Mr. Crewe. Job holds his comb rather high." "Do you mean to say this two-for-a-cent town has a boss?" "Silas Grantley was born here," said Mr. Ball for even the worm will turn. "This town's got a noble history." "I don't care anything about Silas Grantley.
The conversation spread to a less technical discussion as the group was joined by the professor of rhetoric, an ambitious young man with an insatiable craving for sophistication, who felt himself for once entirely in his element in the crowd of celebrities. "It's incredibly good luck that our little two-for-a-cent college should have so fine a thing," he said knowingly.
That everlasting Lazarus had put up a job on us, and had sneaked off in the night with the cook and the Dutchman, and took our share of the pearls with him. I s'pose he'd cal'lated to do it from the very first. Anyway, there we was, marooned on that little two-for-a-cent island. "The first day we didn't do much but cuss Lazarus up hill and down dale.
What's all this trouble about a two-for-a-cent postmastership?" "H-haven't heard of any trouble," said Jethro. "Well, there is trouble," said the senator, losing patience at last. "When I told Grant you were here and mentioned that little Brampton matter to him, it didn't seem much to me, the bees began to fly pretty thick, I can tell you. I saw right away that somebody had been stirring 'em up.
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