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She went by my dory t'other mornin' and I swan to man if she and the canoe together wan't a sight for sore eyes. I set and watched her for twenty minutes." "Um ye-es," grunted Zeb. "And then you charged the twenty minutes in against the day's work quahaugin' you was supposed to be doin' for me, I suppose." "You can take out the ten cents when you pay me if you ever do," said Newcomb, gallantly.
"The wind blew 'em right out, an' there they were." "Well, they wan't Sambo's sheep tails," retorted the boy, conclusively, "'cause Sambo's sheep ain't got any tails." Brought to bay, the little girl looked doubtfully up and down the turnpike. "Maybe she conjured 'em on first," she suggested at last. "Oh, you're a regular baby, Betty," exclaimed the boy, in disgust.
Once he left the long, red book on his bureau, and I looked in it, and the leaves that are as good as money wan't a quarter torn out. I know he had money, an' I've been cheated out of it. But all I ask is that trunk." "For God's sake take the trunk and clear out," shouted Gordon with unexpected violence, "but if there is a scrap of written paper in that trunk, and you keep it, you'll be sorry."
You know Mrs. Peyton was feelin' kind of run down so her son Arthur I call him Arthur to his face because I used to sew there when he wan't more'n knee high well, Arthur said she'd have to have somebody to wait on her every minute and she thought she'd rather have Lydy than anybody else because Lydy was always so handy in a sickroom.
"I was just thinkin'," he explained, "that you was the only woman that has been in this house since the summer I let it to the Davidson folks. And Mrs. Davidson wan't a mite like you." That was true enough. Mrs. Davidson had been a plump elderly matron with gray hair, a rather rasping voice and a somewhat aggressive manner. Mrs.
I lay me an' my snuff wan't in your min'. 'Let the old hen cluck, ez the sparrer-hawk said when he courted the pullet. Well," she continued, smiling with genuine satisfaction as she saw that Woodward no more than half-relished the comparison, "I better be seein' about dinner. Ol' folks like me can't live on love."
Spank my skin! ef thet ere wan't a cute dodge it's throwd the Indyens off o' the scent for certain; or we'd a heerd some'ut o' them verming afore this." "Faith, I think we've sucksaided in bamboozling thim, shure enough." The meat by this time showed sufficiently done; and the two men applied themselves to eating, with an earnestness that allowed no time for talking.
Does he think we're goin' to take a preacher without ever havin' heard him preach? Deacon Goodsole.: We have heard him preach, Mr. Hardcap. He preached here two Sundays last summer. Don't you recollect? Solomon Hardcap.: Yes. I remember. But I didn't take no notice of his sermons; he wan't preachin' as a candidate. Mr.
And I had to give in that the way he'd behaved his goin' off and enlistin', settlin' that before he asked her or spoke to me, was a square, manly thing to do. The only thing I had against him was that Middleford mess. And I believe he's a GOOD boy in spite of it." "He is, Sam. That Middleford trouble wan't all his fault, by any means!" "I know.
'Fore he got through he talked a thousand dollars out of Cap'n Jonadab, and it takes a pretty hefty lecture to squeeze a quarter out of HIM. To make a long yarn short, this was his plan: He proposed to turn Aunt Sophrony's wind plantation into a hotel for summer boarders. And it wan't going to be any worn-out, regulation kind of a summer hotel neither.
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