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"I've been kept away on business. Funny kind of business, too. Say, Charlie," he added, "suppose likely your sister and you would be too busy to see me for a few minutes now? I'd like to see if you've got an answer to a riddle." "A riddle?" "Um-hm. I've just had the riddle sprung on me and it's got MY head whirlin' like a bottle in a tide rip.
The estate is large, the investments are, doubtless, many and varied, and the labor of looking into and investigating them may require some technical skill and knowledge of finance. Yes." "Um-hm.... Well, I judge that that kind of skill and knowledge could be hired, if a feller felt like payin' fair wages; hey?" "Oh, yes, yes.
He come to see you about that land, I cal'late." "Oh, yes. I remember he told me he missed me this morning. So he came here?" "Um-hm. Him and me had a little talk. He seemed to know consider'ble about your rumpus with Mr. Colton." "How did he know?" "He wouldn't say, but I wouldn't wonder if he got a lot from Ase Peters. Ase and he are pretty thick; he's got a mortgage on Ase's house, you know.
"Oh," said the captain, with somewhat elaborate carelessness, as he struggled into the heavy coat, "I don't know as I told you that the directors voted to raise Charlie's salary. Um-hm, at last Saturday's meetin' they did it. 'Twas unanimous, too. He's as smart as a whip, that young chap. We all think a heap of him." Jed nodded, but made no comment. The captain fidgeted with a button of his coat.
"Only you washed them dishes with the sink cloth and wiped 'em with a piller case." The volunteer dishwasher's mouth opened. "NO!" he gasped. "Ya-as." "A pillow case! Well, by George!" "Um-hm. I jedge you ain't washed many dishes in your lifetime." "Not so very many. No." They looked at each other and burst into a roar of laughter. Brown was the first to recover.
"Um-hm, so you might. . . . Well, there have been times when if a man had talked to me as Labe did to-night I'd have knocked him down, or told him to go to um well, the tropics told him to mind his own business, at least. But Labe is Labe, and besides MY conscience was plaguin' me a little mite, maybe . . . maybe." The young man shook his head.
"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I guess likely you might call it a forget- me-not present, if you had to call it anything." Barbara pondered. "A a forget-me-not is a kind of flower, isn't it?" she asked. "Um-hm." "But this is a windmill. How can you make a flower out of a windmill, Uncle Jed?" Jed rubbed his chin. "Well, that's a question," he admitted.
Her "Um-hm" this time was somewhere along the northern edge of Labrador. "It's a good morning for a walk," I said. "Um-hm," repeated Dorinda, crossing over to Greenland, so to speak. I opened the outside door. The warm spring sunshine, pouring in, was a pleasant contrast and made me forget, for the moment, the glacier at my back.
His wife did not reply to this outburst. She was trembling with excitement. "Is is his name Albert?" she faltered. "Um-hm. Seems so." "Why, that's your middle name! Do you do you s'pose Janie could have named him for for you?" "I don't know." "Of course," with some hesitation, "it may be she didn't. If she'd named him Zelotes " "Good heavens, woman! Isn't one name like that enough in the family?
The young lady would have liked to answer with an uncompromising negative. Truth and the fact that some of those present were acquainted with it compelled her to forego this pleasure. "I was born in a a small town," she answered coldly. "But I came to the city as soon as I possibly could." "Um-hm. Well, I came when I couldn't possibly stay away. We can agree on one thing we're all here.
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