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'Th' women'll earn their own livin', she says; 'an' mebbe, she says, 'th' men'll stay at home an' dredge in th' house wurruk, she says. 'A-ho, says Donahue. 'An' that's th' new woman, is it? he says. An' he said no more that night. "But th' nex' mornin' Mrs. Donahue an' Mollie come to his dure. 'Get up, says Mrs. Donahue, 'an' bring in some coal, she says.
'Prance right up to her, he said, 'an' say you'd be glad of the pleasure of her company. It seemed to me a very dubious thing to do. I looked thoughtful and turned red in the face. 'Young man, he continued, 'the boy thet's 'fraid o' women'll never hev whiskers. 'How's that? I enquired.
Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street, but most of 'em you can live with a month on end, an' next commission you'd be put to it to certify whether they talked in their sleep or not, as one might say." By Environment.= Another very delicate expedient is to suggest a character through a careful presentation of his habitual environment.
He sprung the same upon his sister with pyrotechnic effect a little later. "A woman's club! Clematis is getting on. Pretty soon the women'll be smoking cigarettes and wanting to run for mayor and letting their own rightful sphere go to the everlasting bow-wows. Expand their horizons!
"Any women'll get to the church," Mr. Kinemon asserted. "I wonder? Did a person say who were they?" "I asked; but they're strange to Crabapple. I heard this though: there weren't any women to them just men father and sons like. I drew up right slow going by; but nobody passed out a word. It's a middling bad farm place rocks and berry bushes. I wouldn't reckon much would be content there."
"Now I'll get it," whispered Ladd. "The women'll make a baby of me. An' shore I can't help myself." "Oh, Laddy, you've been hurt!" cried Nell, as with white cheeks and dilating eyes she ran to him and caught his arm. "Nell, I only run a thorn in my ear." "Oh, Laddy, don't lie! You've lied before. I know you're hurt. Come in to mother." "Shore, Nell, it's only a scratch. My bronch throwed me."
Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street, but most of 'em you can live with a month on end, an' next commission you'd be put to it to certify whether they talked in their sleep or not, as one might say." "Ah," said Hooper. "That's more the idea. I've known just two women of that nature." "An' it was no fault o' theirs?" asked Pritchard. "None whatever. I know that!"
Why, you're lazy and you're a coward. Too lazy to work. And afraid of what a lot of cheap women'll say women earning their board and clothes in about the lowest way such a thing can be done. Haven't you got any self-respect?" Mildred rose. "Mrs. Belloc," she said angrily, "I can't permit even you to say such things to me." "The shoe seems to fit," retorted Mrs. Belloc.
Without water, Bryant's Station would suffer might be burned. "The women'll have to go for the water, boys." "Why so? Women? You'd send the women out, to those tomahawks?" The women had heard. They gathered, indignant. "We're as brave as you are, but you can't count on hiding behind our skirts. Shame on you! If you're men, go yourselves. Why send us out?
"Then she's deceived him," said Lasse, as they helped him in. "Poor boy! Only seventeen, and a wounded heart already! The women'll be his ruin one of these days, you'll see!" At midday, when the farm-laborers' wives came to do the milking, Lasso's supposition was confirmed: Bodil had attached herself to a tailor's apprentice from the village, and had left with him in the middle of the night.
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