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She opened a door. "Here you be," she said, tartly. "And I hope you'll sleep 'cause I'm precious sure I sha'n't. All I'll see from now till mornin' is Cap'n Jeth gettin' ready to lam that Marietta Hoag one over the top of the head. My Lord of Isrul! Don't talk to ME!" Cabot regarded her with interest. "What is YOUR name?" he inquired. "Primrose Cash." "Eh? Primrose?" "Um-hm.
The answer was prompt, if rather indefinite. "Um-hm," said the driver. "No less'n fourteen of him lives here. Which one do you want?" "A Mr. Z. Snow." "Mr. Z. Snow, eh? Humph! I don't seem to recollect any Mr. Z. Snow around nowadays. There used to be a Ziba Snow, but he's dead. 'Twan't him you wanted, was it?" "No. The one I want is is a Captain Snow.
We'll watch our chance, eh, husband? and put you through the lines; and not only that, but give you letters to why, dear," said the lady, turning to her partner in good works, "you can give Mrs. Richling a letter to Governor Blank; and another to General Um-hm, can't you? and yes, and one to Judge Youknow. Oh, they will take you anywhere!
I know what Gab Bearse Much obliged for that name, Jed; 'Gab's' the best name on earth for that critter I know what Gab came in here to talk about. 'Twas about me and my bein' put on the Exemption Board, of course. That was it, wan't it? Um-hm, I knew 'twas. I was the 'this' in his 'this and that. And Phin Babbitt was the 'that'; I'll bet on it. Am I right?" Winslow nodded.
"Oh, you have!" he said again, but not with the same expression. "Um-hm," said Captain Zelotes gravely. "I'm like you in one way; I've never met your Madeline any more than you have met Al. I've seen her once or twice, and she is real pretty and nice-lookin'. But I don't know her at all.
He had known Phineas Babbitt for many years and he knew the little man's hard, implacable disposition and the violence of his prejudices. "Um-hm," he said. "All the same, Leander, I believe your father thinks more of you than he does of anything else on earth." "I shouldn't wonder if you was right, Jed.
I had one once and it made me almost sick." "Um-hm. W-e-e-ll, Gabe Bearse makes 'most everybody sick. What set you thinkin' about him?" "'Cause I just met him on the way home and he acted so funny. First he gave me a stick of candy." Mr. Winslow leaned back in his chair. "What?" he cried. "He gave you a stick of candy? GAVE it to you?" "Yes.
Is your name in Scriptur' anywheres?" "I don't know. I ah presume I should, but I don't." "Um-hm. Queer names in the Bible.... Um-hm. And some good ones, too.... I've always been a good deal interested in names. Used to set around hours at a stretch, when I was aboard the old lightship, and try to pick out what name in Scriptur' I cal'lated I'd ruther be called.
Captain Obed left soon afterward. "Well, John," he said to his friend, as they stood together on the front step, "what do you think of this for a boardin'-house? All I prophesied, ain't it?" Kendrick nodded. "All that, and more," he answered, emphatically. "Like Mrs. Barnes, don't you?" "Very much. No one could help liking her." "Um-hm. Well, I told you that, too.
Jed, without looking at her, muttered something to the effect that he cal'lated he must have. "Um-hm," she observed, with a nod of comprehension. "I thought that was it. You did it once before, you know. It was a ex-eccen- trick, leaving it locked was, I guess. Don't you think it was a a one of those kind of tricks, Uncle Jed?" Silence, except for the hum and rasp of the lathe.
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