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It did not take him long to don his working-suit, and, shouldering his hoe, he returned to the strawberry-bed, and, in less than an hour, the plants were all in the ground again. How to Spend the "Fourth." That evening, after supper, Frank retired to his room, and, settling himself in his comfortable armchair, was soon deeply interested in one of Bayard Taylor's works.
For sixteen and often eighteen hours of hard work he received only his food and his performing clothes. When he was counted as one of the troupe his duties were lightened, but he got only enough money to pay his way with difficulty. Without a lira ahead, and with no clothes but his rough working-suit and his performing costume, he could not hope to escape from this sort of bondage.
It would not have suited him to go to church in a wagon like his neighbors, any more than he could have bought a rough working-suit of new clothes for every day. The chaise-top had always framed the faces of Mr. Haydon and Martha, his first wife, in a fitting manner not unlike a Friend's plain bonnet on a larger scale; it had belonged to their placid appearance of old-time respectability.
"I know he swore to a lie." "It is a pity that Ben's working-suit has never been found." "It'll come to light; see if it doesn't." "Who spoke for Ben?" "I did. I told t' truth, and there's none that knows me hes a doubt o' that. I said that Ben came home a bit early.
With an embarrassed little laugh she answered, "I'm half inclined to take you at your word; but it would look so inhospitable." "Bah for looks! The truth, please. By the way, though, you never looked better than in that trim blue walking-suit." "Old outgrown working-suit, you mean. How sincere you are!" "Indeed I am. Well, I'm de trop; that much is plain.
He cast a shy look at his working-suit, and began to untie the knots of his seed-cloth; but it slipped round to the back of his neck, so that he could not reach it. "Do come as you are," called out the voice; and now he could see how the upper part of her body raised itself from the hammock, while a book, bound in red and gold, glided from her hands and fell to the ground.
For the first time Taffy felt ashamed of his working-suit, and would have slipped back to the church. But George had seen him, and pulled up. "Hullo!" said he. "Hullo!" said Taffy; and, absurdly enough, could find no more to say. "How are you getting on?" "Oh, I'm all right." There was another pause. "How's Honoria?" "Oh, she's all right. I'm riding over there now: they meet at Tredinnis to-day."
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