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"He looks well enough for every day; he'd look odd with a long, jimswinger coat on in that dusty store with all them one-gallus mossbacks he makes his livin' out of. Them fellers 'u'd laugh at 'im an' say he was gittin' rich too fast at the'r expense." As red as the flower with which she was trying to adorn him, Henley pushed the bud away. "I don't want it," he said.
A dose of somethin' 'u'd cure 'em, if only a feller could figger out what 'twas." "Might try soothin' syrup," said the deacon, with an ironic grin. "Sounds like it ought to git results.... Soothin' syrup eh? Have to tell the boys that one. Soothin' syrup. Perty good f'r an old man. Don't call to mind makin' no joke like that f'r twenty year." "Do it often, Deacon," said Scattergood, gravely.
Yet King took another look at the piles of stores and at the kits the men carried. "Who'd take all that stuff to Europe, where they make it?" he reflected. "And what 'u'd they use camel harness for in France?" At his leisure in his own way, that was devious and like a string of miracles he filtered toward the telegraph office.
"Polly, I dremp " "I do' keer what you dremp, I want my money fu' my dress." His face was miserable. "I thought sho' dem numbers 'u'd come out, an' " The woman flung herself upon the floor and burst into a storm of tears. Sam bent over her. "Nemmine, Polly," he said. "Nemmine. I thought I'd su'prise you. Dey beat me dis time." His teeth clenched. "But when I ketch dem policy sha'ks "
Dem clo's," she argued, lifting the tattered garments she had removed from her patient, "don' b'long 'roun' yere. Dat kinder weavin' come f'om down to'ds Souf Ca'lina. I wish Needham 'u'd come erlong. He kin tell who dis man is, an' all erbout 'im." She made a bowl of gruel, and fed it, drop by drop, to the sick man.
Some people always blames others for what they do themselves: it 'u'd give a bloke th' pip," grumbled Andrew, as I put the last stitch in his trousers and his grandma departed.
She was shivering. She wanted to fall down on her knees and put her arms around her son's wife, and sob out all her loneliness and heartache. But life is a stage; and Miss Presly was an audience not to be ignored. So Mrs. Palmer said: "Well, I'll be reel glad to come, Emarine. It's offul kind o' yuh to think of 't. It 'u'd 'a' be'n lonesome eatin' here all by myself, I expect." Emarine stood up.
Quarrelin' and hectorin' hain't nothin' but a kind of dispepsy that attacks families instid of stummicks. In both cases it means somethin' is wrong." "Can't cure a unhappy family with a dose of calomel," said the deacon, acidly. "Hain't so sure. Bet that identical remedy' u'd fix up three out of ten. But somethin' else is wrong with them young Lewises.
I wonder what they'd say, Professor, to a bid for puttin' in a dynamo for 'em an' lightin' this dark old hole with electricity? An' it 'u'd take off a lot o' this chill an' dampness if they'd have a steam-heater put in at th' same time. It's enough t' give all hands rheumatism th' way cold creeps strike up your legs."
She was chopped down so small tow'ds the waist line, looked as ef, ef she sh'd happen to get ketched in a nor'wester, she'd go clean in tew. "'Wal, says she to me, and sighs. 'I wish 't there was a chapel to this place, says she. 'I know, says I; 'I've all'as said, ef they'd start 'er up I'd contribbit to 'er 's fur as my purse 'u'd allow." Exhaustive laughter for some cause from the group.
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