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"Bob hain't you pretty young pretty young?" "Yes," said Bob, rather unexpectedly, "I am." Then he added, "I know my own mind." "P-pretty young. Don't want to get married yet awhile do you?" "Yes, I do," said Bob, "but I suppose I shan't be able to." "Er wait awhile, Bob. Go back to Harvard. W-wouldn't write that letter if I was you." "But I will.
W-wouldn't touch 'em. H-had over a hundred bushels on hand n-new variety. W-what's that feller's name down to Ayer, Massachusetts, deals in all kinds of seeds? Ellett that's it. Wrote to Ellet, said I had a hundred bushels of Red Brooks to sell, as fine a lookin' potato as I had in my cellar. Made up my mind to take what he offered, if it was only five cents. He wrote back a dollar a bushel.
If Jethro had glanced at his companion, he would have seen the senator was shaking with silent and convulsive laughter. "All the time I talked to him I didn't see a muscle move in his face," Jethro continued, "so I started in again, and he looked looked looked right at me. W-wouldn't wink don't think he winked once while I was in that room.
"W-wouldn't if I was you." "What do you mean?" "What I say. T-told Levi Dodd to dismiss her, didn't you?" "Yes, I did." Isaac Worthington had lost in self-esteem by not saying so before. "Why? Wahn't she honest? Wahn't she capable? Wahn't she a lady?" "I can't say that I know anything against Miss Wetherell's character, if that's what you mean." "F-fit to teach wahn't she fit to teach?"
The painter seized his pad and pencil and with a few strokes, guided by inspiration, sketched the costume then and there and held it up to Jethro, who blinked at it in astonishment. But Jethro was suspicious of his own sensations. "Er well Godfrey g-guess that'll do." Then came the involuntary: "W-wouldn't a-thought you had it in you. How about it, Cynthy?" and he held it up for her inspection.
"I sure hope we can find him in his sleep again," whispered the Lion to himself. "Come on," said Cubby. "I know where his lair is. If he hasn't moved on to more densely populated territory, that is." "W-wouldn't it be rude to just b-barge in on him?" said the Lion, his cowardly nature suddenly returning. "I don't think so," replied Cubby.
The painter seized his pad and pencil and with a few strokes, guided by inspiration, sketched the costume then and there and held it up to Jethro, who blinked at it in astonishment. But Jethro was suspicious of his own sensations. "Er well Godfrey g-guess that'll do." Then came the involuntary: "W-wouldn't a-thought you had it in you. How about it, Cynthy?" and he held it up for her inspection.
He drew her aside and showed her the brass 'wire. "Do you see that? It's the kind of wire that bird cages are made of." "Oh!" Miss Carter stared at him. She couldn't believe it. She turned and stared at Mr. Wells as he stood so contemptuously and watched his neighbors. There was a sneer on his face. "I w-wouldn't have believed that anyone would be so despicable!"
W-wouldn't touch 'em. H-had over a hundred bushels on hand n-new variety. W-what's that feller's name down to Ayer, Massachusetts, deals in all kinds of seeds? Ellett that's it. Wrote to Ellet, said I had a hundred bushels of Red Brooks to sell, as fine a lookin' potato as I had in my cellar. Made up my mind to take what he offered, if it was only five cents. He wrote back a dollar a bushel.
Sutton, blowing out the smoke; "of course anything I can do, Jethro anything in reason." "W-wouldn't ask a high-minded man to do anything he hadn't ought to," said Jethro; "the fact is, I'd like to git Eph Prescott appointed at the Brampton post-office. You can fix that, Heth can't you you can fix that?" Mr. Sutton stuck his thumb into his vest pocket and cleared his throat.
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