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Updated: May 23, 2025
"We-ell," hesitated Laurella, "if you feel so strong; about it, I reckon I'll do as you say. But there ain't anything in that to hinder me from being friends with Mr. Stoddard. I feel sure that him and me would get on together fine. He favours my people, the Passmores. My daddy was just such an upstanding, dark-complected feller as he is. He's got the look in the eye, too."
"It is not good policy to keep secrets from your mother and father. What do you want to do about it now?" "Why why, I want you to tell me," confessed Russ. "I got him some food." "I see you did," returned his father, smiling. "At your own cost, Russ." "We-ell, yes, I could have eaten more if I hadn't taken what I did for the sailor boy." "We'll have to see about that " "I don't mind much.
They'll be arter these eer treppings for certing, since they hain't much chence o' gittin' soger fixings out theer. We-ell, what I mean to do is to put the knepsacks off on 'em for some new improvement o' pattern. I guess it air thet I've heerd say so at the Fort then the Morming jineral, who air the prophet hisself, an' who's got berrls o' dollars he'll buy the knepsacks at any price.
"We-ell, I hed a bronk go hog-wild 'n' pop three wires on a fence one time," Applehead explained modestly, "'n' he didn't cut hisself a-tall, skurcely. It's all accordin' t' how yuh hit it, I reckon. Anyway, I calc'lated it was wuth tryin', 'cause we shore woulda had our hands full if we'd a stopped at that fence, now I'm tellin' yuh!
But I judged maybe 'twas somethin' important about the lumber for his house and he seemed anxious to see you, so I took the risk and knocked. Um-hm yes, yes, yes." Captain Zelotes looked at the card. Then he adjusted his spectacles and looked again. "Humph!" he grunted. "Humph! . . . We-ell, Labe, I guess likely you might show him in here. Wait just a minute before you do it, though.
"Wil, in troth, they looked more loike oats than anything I can recollect. Shure they did look moighty like oats!" "An' don't ee kalkerlate they'd a looked more like oats, ef they'd been pointed at both ends instead o' one!" "In troth, would they all that same." "We-ell, thet's the very idee thet kem inter my mind at the time." "Arrah now, is it? An' fwhat did yez do wid the pegs then?"
"I don't know's I'd ought to say anything about it," he said. "I haven't afore. I wouldn't interfere with Nate's sales for anything." "Sales? Sales of what? Oh, you mean thing! Don't be so provoking! Tell me the whole story this minute." Jed painted a moment or two. Then he said: "We-ell, Maud, you see those kittens got to be kind of a nuisance.
They're not like white men, you know." "Like children, you mean?" "Like some children. I'd hate to have them for nephews and nieces." "Why?" "We-ell" Witherbee, looking sidelong at Simpson, bit off the end of a cigar "a number of reasons. They're superstitious, treacherous, savage, cruel, and worst of all emotional. They've gone back. They've been going back for a hundred years.
She nodded her head three times over, and hitched a shoulder under the muslin gown. "We-ell?" she drawled in her most pronounced accent, "if I've got to think of 'em, I might as well talk of 'em, and I'm bound to think of 'em!" She relaxed the grasp of her knees, and lay back against the trunk of a tree, chuckling softly in retrospective triumph. "I've had such heaps of fun!
"Shure yez did, didn't ye?" "No-o-o; neer a bit o' 't. It keemd nigh breakin' us." "Arrah, how?" "We-ell! ye see, when we got roun' to Orleens, we learnt that the boot-trade hed a'most stopped. The allygator leather didn't turn out jest the thing for brogans; an' besides, it got sca'ce by reezun o' the killin' o' them verming.
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