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"Just so," returned 'Zekiel, with a twinkle in his eye. "It's been as plain as your nose that the interlopers don't like to have me there. Not that they have anything special against me, but they'd like to have someone younger and stylisher to hand them their plates. I'll never forget one night when they'd been here about a week, and I think Mr.
"Lan' sakes, 'Zekiel!" exclaimed the boldest one or the party, who chanced to be a tall, raw-boned female, "go git gran'pap's old blunderbuss, an' shoot it." Zekiel was rooted to the spot with fear and heeded not the exhortation of his strong-minded relative.
Of course she was only four when her mother married Lawrence, and I guess she was fond of her stepfather and he of her, because he never had any children; but sometimes I ask myself, is it going on forever? I only hope Eloise'll get married soon." 'Zekiel dropped the harness to arrange imaginary curls on his temples and pat the tie on his muscular neck. "If she's pretty I'm willing," he responded.
A pail of water stood in the middle of the floor; and close by was the Fozzy-gog himself, with a mop between his paws, working away with the greatest energy. He was about four times his ordinary size, as upright as 'Zekiel himself, and was directing the work of several other china dogs; amongst whom 'Zekiel immediately recognized his own property, Granny Pyetangle's birthday present!
His black curls acquired their usual glaze, and he had just time to jump upon the shelf above the shop window, before he froze into his immovable china self again. The other dogs disappeared through the open kitchen casement; and 'Zekiel found himself in the village street without in the least knowing how he got there!
The little girl's quick eyes discerned a light-haired driver and a brown horse coming around a curve of the pretty landscape gardening which beautified the station. At the same moment Dr. Ballard recognized the equipage with relief. "They've sent for you. That is all right," he said, and 'Zekiel, with one side glance at the little stranger, drew up by the platform. "Good-morning, Zeke.
So you see if he looks cold and hard, he's had enough to make him so." "H'm!" ejaculated 'Zekiel. "He don't give the impression of lyin' awake nights wondering how his deserted daughter-in-law and the kid make out." "Why should he?" retorted Mrs. Forbes sharply. "His two boys acted as selfish to him as boys could. He's a disappointed, humiliated man in that proud heart of his.
I hope 'Zekiel is going to prove himself worth all this trouble." The new coachman's countenance seemed frozen into a stolidity which did not alter. "I'm sure he'll try," replied his mother, "and Fanshaw's livery fits him to such a turn that it would have been flying in the face of Providence not to try him. Did you give orders to be met at this train, sir?" Mrs.
Pettingill, there, sends a man over to help her, and Mrs. Crowley is as good as two any day." "Don't worry, Hiram. You'll come out on top yet" "If I do, 'twill be because you'll put me there, I reckon." As they were driving back 'Zekiel asked Quincy if he knew Mrs. Hawkins was going to sell out. "No, why. Getting too old?" "No, she's as spry as a cat, and she's seventy odd. That ain't the reason.
I know 'em!" and she put on her hood and blanket-shawl as she gave one last fond look at the improvements. "I'm going home to get my supper, and come back afterward to lay the carpet in my pew; my beans and brown bread will be just right by now, and perhaps it will rest me a little; besides, I must feed 'Zekiel."
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