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Have you thought how your grandmother's liable to feel when she hears you are goin' to clear out and leave her?" Albert had not thought in that way, but he did now. His tone was a trifle less combative as he answered. "She'll be sorry at first, I suppose," he said, "but she'll get over it." "Um-hm. Maybe she will. You can get over 'most anything in time 'MOST anything. Well, and how about me?
New York is all right I ain't sayin' a word against it but New York and South Harniss are different." The Fosdick lip twitched. "Somewhat different," he admitted. "Um-hm. That sounds like a joke, I know; but I don't mean it so, not now. What I mean is that I know South Harniss and South Harniss folks.
"Somethin's happened to bother him, that's sartin'. When Cap'n Lote gets his feet propped up and his head tilted back that way I can 'most generally cal'late he's doin' some real thinkin'. Real thinkin' yes, sir-ee um-hm yes yes. When he h'ists his boots up to the masthead that way it's safe to figger his brains have got steam up. Um-hm yes indeed." "But what is he thinking about?
The house and buildings were spotless in paint and whitewash; the yard was raked clean of every dead leaf and twig; the whole establishment was so neat that Caroline remarked upon it. "It looks as if it had been scoured," she said. "Um-hm," observed her uncle, with a gratified nod; "that's Abbie. She hates dirt worse than she does laziness, and that ain't sayin' a little.
"Um-hm," mused Shadrach, "but but she'd have to live somewheres, and I for one would want to be mighty particular what sort of a place she lived at." "Naturally. Well, I have thought of that, too, and here is suggestion number three: I have a cousin a cousin of my first wife's who lives on Pinckney Street, which is not far from the Misses Cabot's school. This cousin Mrs.
"It is an eighth of a mile from here," declared Ruth. "And not down by the beach, either. What do you mean, Jed?" Jed was standing by the front window, peeping out. "Um-hm," he said, musingly, "they're still there, the whole lot of 'em, waitin' for you to come out, Major. . . . Hum . . . dear, dear!
He's awful nice, Uncle Charlie is, and Petunia and I were very fond of him. And then they took him away and we haven't seen him since." "He's been sick, maybe." "Perhaps so. But he must be well again now cause he's coming home; Mamma said so." "Um-hm. Well, I guess that was it. Probably he had to go to the the hospital or somewhere and your ma has been worried about him.
'After a little practice I cal'late I could steer "'Steer! sings out Bradbury. 'STEER! Great Caesar's ghost! I give you my word, Cap'n Wixon, I never saw such handlin' of a machine as you did goin' through Bayport, in my life. You're a wonder! "'Um-hm, says Jonadab contented.
In consequence we used them about twice a year, when the minister came. "Of course," she said, "I ain't askin' you what happened over there or why he wanted to see you. But I give you fair warnin' that, if I don't, Lute will. Lute's so stuffed with curiosity that he's li'ble to bust the stitches any minute." "I'll tell you both, at supper," I said. "Um-hm," said Dorinda.
Ordinarily but one of the partners left that store at a time. "Well," inquired the Captain, as they walked down the lane, "what do you think of it? Pretty good store for a place like South Harniss, ain't it?" "Yes, sir." "I bet you! Different from the Ostable stores, eh?" "Yes, sir; I I guess it is." "Um-hm. Well, how different?" Mary-'Gusta took her usual interval for consideration.
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