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You realize that, don't you?" Jed rubbed his chin. "W-e-e-ll," he observed, with great deliberation, "I don't know's I'd go as far as to say that. Babbie and I've agreed that I'm her back-step-uncle, but that's as nigh relation as I've ever dast figure I was to the family." "Don't joke about it. You know what I mean. Well, Jed, this is what I am going to tell you.
"Hum! . . . W-e-e-ll. . . . One time when I was a little shaver, Sam, down to the fishhouse, I tried on a pair of Cap'n Jabe Kelly's rubber boots. You remember Cap'n Jabe, Sam, of course. Do you remember his feet?" The captain chuckled. "My dad used to say Jabe's feet reminded him of a couple of chicken-halibut."
I see how perfectly well. You always act just this way whenever I invite you to anything. You're not afraid of Pa or me, are you?" "W-e-e-ll, well, I ain't afraid of your Pa 's I know of, but of course, when such a fascinatin' young woman as you comes along, all rigged up to kill, why, it's natural that an old single relic like me should get kind of nervous." Maud clasped her hands.
He wouldn't tell me what he meant, but he simply smiled and said you had put a flea in his ear." Jed, himself, could not help smiling faintly. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I didn't use any sweet ile on the job, that's sartin. If he said I pounded it in with a club 'twouldn't have been much exaggeration." "So we owe you that, too," continued Maud.
"W-e-e-ll," he observed, slowly, "as to givin' my advice, when a man's asked to give away somethin' that's worth nothin' the least he can do is say yes and try to look generous, I cal'late. If I can advise you any, why, I'll feel proud, of course." "Thank you. Mr. Winslow, for the past two years or more I have been in great trouble. I have a brother but you knew that; Babbie told you." "Um-hm.
What are you trying to get at, Jed?" "Get at?" "Yes. Why did you ask that question about Ruth and Barbara? You don't mean that you see a way out for me, do you?" "W-e-e-ll, I . . . er . . . I don't cal'late I'd want to go so far as to say that, hardly. No-o, I don't know's it's a way out quite.
No, I won't, I'll sit on the bench. . . . Hum . . . has your pa got any money left in that bank of his?" Miss Hunniwell was, naturally, surprised at the question. "Why, I hope so," she said. "Did you think he hadn't?" "W-e-e-ll, I didn't know. That dress of yours, and that new bonnet, must have used up consider'ble, to say nothin' of that woodchuck you've got 'round your neck.
Oh, come, don't talk any more about it. It's a bargain, of course. And if there's anything I can do for you on the other side, I'll be only too happy to oblige." Jed rubbed his chin. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "there's one triflin' thing I've been hankerin' to do myself, but I can't, I'm afraid. Maybe you can do it for me." "All right, what is the trifling thing?"
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