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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Well," said Daisy, who had now finished the last crumb of bread and the last drop of milk, "if you like, I'll show you my very own calf!" "I'm afraid it's getting late," said Anna, hesitatingly. "'Twon't take you not five minutes altogether," said Daisy, scrambling hastily down from the gate. "Come along."
Yer can't rouse him, do wot yer will. Better wait till de doctor come, young marse. I done been tried all I knowed how, but it wa'n't no use," said Martha, who stood on the other side of the bed watching her insensible master. "Tell me when this happened. Come away to the upper end of the room and tell me about it." "Might's well tell yer right here, marse. 'Twon't sturve him.
He was in a towering rage as he rode homeward, but, before reaching his own gate, he had cooled down sufficiently to plan what he should and should not say at home about his visit to Oaklands. "'Twon't do to tell Abner whut thet ole sea skunk hinted 'bout plots an' treasons.
Finally, as the sun was going down, she could stand it no longer, and approached the group. "'Squire," she said, "I'm orferly anxious to have a little job o' mine done. 'Twon't take yo' five minits. Please 'tend to it right away." "What is it she wants?" inquired the Major. "I think she wants me to marry her to a Yankee deserter in there. She whispered suthin' o' that kind to me awhile ago."
Well, 'twon't do no harm, an' will keep him out of mischief. He's a reg'lar poke-noser, Deacon Meakin is. But he's routed them hens so there won't be no more egg-layin' in high places, breakin' a body's neck to hunt 'em. But, my suz! I wish you could ha' seen that man's face when he handed me over your fishin'-tackle. You'd ha' thought 'twas poison, the way he touched it."
The blind man turned quickly. "Fine, Capt. It's getting easier all the time. 'Twon't be long before I'll be making real wages at this job." They passed from the blind cutters and came to the capping machine where a man with an artificial leg was being instructed in soldering the cans. Again Gregory's eyes expressed his satisfaction. "That's fine, Carlson," he commended. "You're getting on fine."
They spent the afternoon walking about the most famous streets, returning to their lodgings for dinner. "I think," said Ned, while they were eating, "'twon't do any harm to get on one of your best gowns, and your furbelows, and we'll go to the play, and begin the campaign this very night." "Bless me, no! I'm tired to death with sightseeing," replied Madge. "I could fall asleep this moment.
I say, 'What shall I do? He say, 'If I was you, I'd run away. I say 'Here's my man an' chillen, can't go widout 'em. He say 'All go, an' if dey cotch you 'twon't be no wuss dan to go to de trader, and if I can do any way to help you I will, for I feels sorry for you. When I tole my man, he was so skeered he didn't know hisself scarcely.
If Bartholomew could have appreciated the value of machine oil, he would have been an entirely different man, and probably able to support his family. In view of this, Persis felt that she could do no less than add: "To be sure I'll stitch 'em up. 'Twon't take much of any time." "Now I'm not going to keep you a minute longer.
'Twon't do fur us to be skeery 'bout layin' holt of the handle the Good Lord puts nighest to us, fur fear it's too big a thing fur us to manage. That's what my husband says. An' if ever a man lived up to it, he does." Top, Junior, looked sober and mortified. The heroism of common life does not commend itself to the youthful imagination.
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