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"I mean that he professed religion a good deal. Called himself a Christian and such kind of names." Phillips smiled bitterly. "If he is a Christian I prefer to be a heathen," he observed. "Um-hm. Well, maybe he ain't one. You could teach a parrot to holler 'Praise the Lord, I cal'late, and the more crackers he got by it the louder he'd holler.
"I say it will pay us you and Al and me to make believe we're workin' even if we ain't." "'Workin'!" indignantly. "By crimus, I AM workin'! I don't have to make believe." "That so? Well, then, I'd pick up that coal-hod and make believe play for a spell. The fire's 'most out. Almost um-hm pretty nigh yes yes."
And, as for mother, she...." Then, looking up quickly, he asked, "Does anybody outside know about this?" "No one but ourselves yet." "Yet? Is it goin' to be necessary for anybody else to know it?" "We hope not. But there is a possibility." "I was thinkin' about the children." "Of course. So are we all." "Um-hm.
"Think I'm all right, Dorindy, do you?" he queried, anxiously turning himself about for his wife's inspection. "How about these new pants? Fur enough down on my boots, be they?" Dorinda looked him over with a critical eye. "Um-hm," she observed, "that end of 'em seems to be all right. But I cal'late the upper end ain't been introduced to your vest yet.
Um-hm. I want to know! Well then MAN, where did the cash in that pocket come from?" Lute squirmed. "I I " he stammered. "Where did it come from? Answer me." "Well well, Dorindy, you see when you sent me up to the store t'other day after the brown sugar and and number 50 spool cotton you give me seventy-five cents. You remember you did, yourself."
No, no, Rachel, I'd like fust-rate to eat another bushel or so to please you, but somethin' that still, small voice we're always readin' about, or somethin' seems to tell me 'twouldn't be good jedgment. . . . Um-hm. . . . 'Twouldn't be good jedgment. . . . Cal'late it's right, too. . . . Yes, yes, yes."
And he goes to every medium place from here to Boston, seems so, so's to have more talks with them that's over the river." "Eh? Over the Oh, yes, I comprehend. Dead, you mean. Then this Mr. Hallet is a Spiritualist, I take it." "Um-hm. Rankest kind of a one. Course everybody believes in Spiritulism SOME, can't help it.
"Um-hm," she said meditatively, "another new dress for Eileen, which means that I will get nothing until next month's allowance comes in, if I do then. The table set for four, which, interpreted, signifies that she has asked Marian in such a way that Marian won't come. And the caution as to care with the soup means that I am to serve my father's table like a paid waitress.
I've been waiting for this too many years to be cheated out by a young rascal like you." He seized the not unwilling Miss Pipkin, and pushed the minister in the direction of the kitchen. "Clemmie, ain't this grand?" asked the old man. "It's really been you all these years, Josiah." "Been me? You mean you've loved me all the time, Clemmie?" "Um-hm," she nodded vigorously.
I see her meanderin' over this way a little while ago." "Um-hm. Looked like her." "Was there was there anybody else?" "We-ll, I wouldn't swear to that, Cap'n Jeth. I didn't SEE nobody, but Godfreys mighty! What's that thing?" The thing was the brown derby. Galusha, crouching behind the tomb, had been holding it fast to his head with one hand.
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