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"What do you think, Dorinda?" I interrupted. Dorinda stirred her tea. "Think?" she repeated. "I think . . . When's that Colton girl comin' to call on Comfort again?" I had taken my hat from the hook. Now, with it in my hand, I turned and faced her. "How should I know that?" I demanded. "That's a trifle off the subject, isn't it?" "Um-hm," said Dorinda. "Maybe 'tis." I went out hurriedly.
The young man sat back in his chair. "A. Rodgers Warren was your brother?" he cried. "Um-hm. Seems to stagger you some. Contrast between us as big as all that comes to?" "But but, Captain Warren Your brother Tell me, is Miss Caroline Warren your niece?" "She is. And Steve is my nephew. 'Tain't possible you're acquainted with them?" Pearson rose to his feet.
When did it happen?" He looked down at the decapitated crow and touched one of the pieces with the toe of his boot. "Just this minute," he answered. "I stepped on it and away she went. Did a pretty neat, clean job, didn't I? . . . Um-hm. . . . I wonder if anybody stepped on MY head 'twould break like that. Probably not; the wood in it is too green, I cal'late."
Lute'll stay till we can locate somebody else to take his job, and no longer." "Ya-as. . . . Um-hm. . . . Well, I tell you, Sam: Don't you get anybody else till you and I have another talk. It may be possible that I could find you just the sort of young man you're lookin' for." "Eh? YOU can find me one? YOU can? What are you givin' me, Jed? Who is the young man; you?" Jed gravely shook his head.
"Sounds to me a good deal like lettin' in a hurricane to blow out a match with. . . . Um-hm. Seems so to me. Yes, yes." Mr. Kendall's calls would have been more frequent still had Helen not interfered. Very often, when he came she herself dropped in a little later and insisted upon his making an early start for home. Occasionally she came with him.
This breathing halt was of the briefest; but before the race began again, Ephraim Yeates took time to make a careful scrutiny of the trail, measuring the stride of the horses, and looking sharply on the briars for some bit of cloth or other token of assurance. When we came up with him he was mumbling to himself. "Um-hm; jes' so.
"Um-hm. . . . Well, I tried on his boots and started to walk across the wharf in em. . . ." "Well, what of it? Gracious king! hurry up. What happened?" "Eh? . . . Oh, nothin' much, only seemed to me I'd had half of my walk afore those boots began to move." Captain Hunniwell enjoyed the story hugely.
Goin' to quit and go somewheres else, you mean?" "Yes." "Um-hm. I see. Where are you goin' to go?" "I don't know. But I'm not going to make a fool of myself at this job any longer. I can't keep books, and I won't keep them. I hate business. I'm no good at it. And I won't stay here." "I see. I see. Well, if you won't keep on in business, what will you do for a livin'? Write poetry?" "Perhaps."
She moved away, the flattered "Monty" in her wake. Mr. Hungerford gazed after them. He appeared not altogether pleased. "Very sociable, chatty chap, that friend of yours, I should judge," observed Captain Dan drily. "Um-hm!" grunted Cousin Percy. "Been chatting to you, has he?" "No-o, not much this time. But you remember I've had the pleasure before." Mr.
Winslow appeared quite oblivious of the stare. His brushes gave the wooden sailor black hair, eyes and brows, and an engaging crimson smile. When Gabriel did speak it was not concerning names. "Say, Jed," he cried, "HAVE you heard about Cap'n Sam Hunniwell? 'Bout his bein' put on the Exemption Board?" His companion went on whistling, but he nodded. "Um-hm," grunted Gabe, grudgingly.
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