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"They-all say the young manager for that company what's going to build a factory up higher has come, and I'm going to try and get a job." "Do you believe there is going to be a factory, Mr. Morley? Do you believe Smith Crothers would let any one have a factory so near his?" "They-all do say, Miss Cynthia, that that-er company what sends this young man, is powerful rich and upperty.
He was a mighty proud and upperty man, but a whisper and a nudge can do the work, and little by little grandfather was pushed down and out. In my father's time they spoke louder they don' said how grandfather had sold the precious stuff before he came back; Lord, Sandy, I leave it to you, son, would he have come if he had done that low-down, mean trick?" "No!"
I was stayin' at the Great House then, fo' it was near the time when lil' Miss Queenie was goin' ter be born her as died up Norf at a horse-pittal. Well, that-er-Yankee Sheridan he don' say to General Walden, 'We-all is near starvin'. Jes' like a-that! An' General Walden he don' say, standin' upperty an' mighty, 'We-all will share with yo', general, bein' war is war. Then what-er-yo' think?
He has really done us a good turn by throwing light on the past." "He he laughed!" muttered Martin. "They-all laugh that-er-way. Big things is little to them-all; and little things is big! Them Hertfords be no-count! They all sound upperty and look upperty, but they-all is trash!" "Come, come, Dad! Lans isn't trash. He's done me more than one good turn."
I feel upperty and then poof! off go the pictures and I am just lil' Nella-Rose again!" A comically heavy sigh brought Truedale back to earth. "But the face you saw long ago," Truedale whispered, "was it my face, do you think?" Nella-Rose paused then quietly: "I reckon it was. Yes, I'm mighty sure it was your face.
To the southwest end of the cabin three new rooms had been added. Two bed-chambers and a cosy sitting-room. "For that Company up North when it comes down!" Sandy explained. "It must be a mighty upperty Company!" Cynthia replied, looking in awe at the furniture which had been sent from some magic workshop. "It is!"
"I hope she is a mighty nice, upperty girl." "I'm only playing, you know," Lans broke in. "I am imagining a life for Sandy something like your old secret life. It's all fun." "You mean Sandy has an an imagination?" "Precisely." But the "girl" part of the make-believe remained in Cynthia's memory. Sandy had had his pretty story down there, away from Lost Hollow!
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