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"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?"
He did not smile, but stared at the square of light that was the doorway, "Judson's jewellery store, wahn't it? Judson's?" "Yes, Judson's," Wetherell answered, as soon as he recovered from his amazement. There was no telling from Jethro's manner whether he were enemy or friend; whether he bore the storekeeper a grudge for having attained to a happiness that had not been his.
"They'll be surprised some, and disappointed some," said Lem, cheerily; "they was kind of plannin' a little celebration when you come back, Will you and Cynthy. Amandy Hatch was a-goin' to bake a cake, and the minister was callatin' to say some word of welcome. Wahn't goin' to be anything grand jest homelike. But you was right to come if you was tuckered. I guess Cynthy fetched you.
"That wahn't in the contract," said the Honourable Hilary; "you've got a right to take any fool cases you've a mind to. Folks know pretty well I'm not mixed up in 'em." Austen did not smile; he could well understand his father's animus in this matter. As he looked up at the gable of his old home against the stars, he did not find the next sentence any easier.
"They tell me he has a grand piano from New York, and guests from Boston railroad presidents. I call Isaac Worthington to mind when he wahn't but a slip of a boy with a cough, runnin' after Cynthy Ware." She glanced down at Cynthia with something of compassion. "Just to think, child, he might have be'n your father!" "I'm glad he isn't," said Cynthia, hotly.
"You boy," he roared in a voice that easily carried to where the others stood and grinned at my discomfiture, "you boy, what foh you come promulgatin' in on me with 'gimme dis' and 'gimme dat' like Ah wahn't ol' enough to be yo' pa? Ain't you got no manners nohow? You vex me, yass, sah, you vex me. If we gotta have a boy on boa'd ship, why don' dey keep him out of de galley?"
"If I could see old Flint, I'd tell him what I thought of him usin' wimmen-folks to save 'em money," said Mr. Meader. "I knowed she wahn't that kind. And then that other thing come right on top of it." "What other thing?" "Say," demanded Mr. Meader, "don't you know?" "I know nothing," said Austen. "Didn't know Hilary Vane's be'n here?" "My father!" Austen ejaculated.
"Er guess you'll know what to do with it. Er five dollars a week five dollars a week." "How did you know I wrote this article?" said Wetherell, as the card trembled between his fingers. "K-knowed the place was Coniston seen from the 'east, knowed there wahn't any one is Brampton or Harwich could have done it g-guessed the rest guessed the rest."
"He didn't say nothin' about it, Jethro," answered Ephraim slowly; "I callate he has other views for the place, and he was too kind to come right out with 'em and spoil our mornin'. You see, Jethro, I wahn't only a sergeant, and Brampton's gittin' to be a big town."
I didn't limp as bad then as I do now. I wahn't much use anywhere else, and I had l'arned to fight. Five Forks!" exclaimed Ephraim. "I call that day to mind as if it was yesterday. I remember how the boys yelled when they told us we was goin' to Sheridan. We got started about daylight, and it took us till four o'clock in the afternoon to git into position.
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