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Rolliffe; "she's gone to make a visit to her mother-in-law that is to be, the Widow Jarvis. Ezra Stokes is sittin' in the next room, sent home sick. Perhaps you'd like to talk over camp-life with him." Not even the cider now sustained Zeke. He looked as if a cannon- ball had wrecked all his hopes and plans instead of a shovel. "Good-evening, Mrs.
"Zeke is really in for it, eh, Mrs. Forbes?" Mr. Evringham asked the question without glancing up. "Yes, sir, and I have no objection. I'm too grateful for the changes for the better in the boy. If Jewel had persuaded him to be a fire worshiper I shouldn't have lifted my voice. I'd have said to myself, 'What's a little more fire here, so long as there'll be so much less hereafter." Mrs.
And Hester would sit and listen to the pair with heightened colour, which made John wonder why, as a rule, she shunned company it did her so much good. So it grew to be a settled thing that whenever the Touch-me-not entered port a knife and fork awaited Zeke up at Hall, and the oftener he came the pleasanter was John's face.
What have you got to say about it?" retorted Zeke. And once more he plunged the head of the poor dog into the filthy pool. The next moment he found himself floundering on his back, while the dog, slipping from his grasp, was running across the meadows. "What did you do that for!" demanded Zeke, springing up, his face flaming with rage.
Half an hour later Philip heard a pounding on the door of his room. He was unable to open it, but he called out, loud enough for the outsider to hear: "Who is it?" "It's me Zeke," was the answer that came back. "Did you tell the Dunbars where I was?" asked Philip eagerly. "Yes."
Says she'll be home on th' hack next mail, an' wants her maw t' meet her here. You can take th' hack next time, Zeke. An' ba thundas! Here's 'nother letter from that dummed Ollie Stewart. Sammy ain't been over yet after th' last one he wrote. Ba thundas! If it weren't for them blamed gov'- ment inspectors, I'd sure put a spoke in his wheel. What!
"None o' your business." "He's going home to court Susie Rolliffe," cried Nat Atkinson. "They'll be married in the spring, and go into the chicken business. That'd just suit Zeke." "It would not suit Susie Rolliffe," said Zeb, hotly. "A braver, better girl doesn't breathe in the colonies, and the man that says a slurring word against her's got to fight me." "What!
A horrible thought entered her mind. Could it be Zeke, the boy whom she thought such a paragon, though no one else had been able to discover his virtues or attractions! She did not like to think of it, but it did occur to her that Zeke, the previous day, had asked her for ten cents, though he would not own the purpose for which he wanted it. The boy might have been tempted to take the money.
'You mean to tell me, Aleck, he says, in a voice hardly strong enough to get through his mustache, 'that I've made a mistake? "Aleck was always willing to believe he was wrong. 'I'm pretty sure, Zeke I ain't never seen you, have I, Miss? "'No, sir not that I know of, answers the girl, with her eyes on the ground. "E. G. W. rubbed his brow. "'Will you make good, anyhow, Aleck? he coaxed.
Zeke paused and with a comical gesture of his head indicated the child and then the mare. "It's been nip and tuck between them, sir; but I guess Jewel's got the Maid beat by now." Harry laughed. "Two blue ribbons, she's won, sir. She'll get another this autumn if he shows her." "I should think so. She's a raving beauty." As he spoke, Harry smoothed the bright coat. "When are we going out, Jewel?"
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