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Some of the older ones shook their heads and wondered what old Colonel Selden Phelps would say if he could say anything. And the spirit of progress and improvement reached even to the grounds. Zenas Third toiled with spade and pruning-knife and bundles of shrubs and plants came from Boston and were set out with lavish prodigality.
A listener of discrimination might have detected in the dialogue a note of assumed optimism and suspected that the four old men seated like images on the piazza rail were trying to buoy up one another's courage, and in the assumption he would not, perhaps, have been far wrong. "What do you s'pose this Galbraith has up his sleeve, Zenas Henry, that he should be comin' over here?"
"O Father, mayn't I go with Brock"? exclaimed the young enthusiast Zenas, "I'm old enough." "We may soon be busy enough here, my son. No place is more exposed than this frontier. The garrisons at Forts Porter and Niagra are being strengthened, and I could see the Yankee militia drilling as I rode to the village." "Hurrah!" shouted the thoughtless boy, "won't it be fun?
"Mebbe," resumed Zenas Henry, "you'll tell this friend of Madam Lee's that we've took note of his squareness." "Oh, yes, do tell him that it was splendid of him, splendid!" interrupted Delight. "He's a gentleman, whoever he is," Captain Phineas added. "Tell him so from all of us." "You might like to tell him so yourselves," returned Mr. Galbraith slowly. "Eh?" Zenas Henry questioned.
"I thought I saw somethin' pink a-movin' among the trees." "Yes, that's her an' Bob Morton with her, sure's you're alive!" Captain Phineas ejaculated with pleasure. "You'll get your tobacco now, Jonas, an' Zenas Henry can ask him about the boat." "Can you see has he got a bundle?" piped the short-sighted Captain Jonas anxiously. "Yep!"
We had the supreme felicity of extending the hospitalities of our humble house in York to Mr. We return from this digression to the group at the fire-side of the Holms. "How did you get away?" asked Zenas. "Tam here gied 'em French leave," replied Sandy, "He just droppit oot o' a port-hole into the water after the guard made his rounds and got awa in the mirk; I wonner he was na droonded."
"Marster in hebben, ef I only had my stren'th!" muttered Zenas as she went on. "Angels b'arin' dat chile up wid deir wings," chanted Aunt Dolcey. Then, descending to more mundane matters, she added a delighted chuckle: "I knowed she'd rise en shine one dese days. Holler at Marse Wes she did, name him names, plenty. Yessuh laid him out!"
So you must remember a big slice of the credit is yours." Robert Morton shook his head. "Oh, the thing is yours, Willie every bit yours," protested he. "I only did some of the mechanical part, and that any fool could do." "The mechanical part, as you call it, is full as important as the notion," Willie persisted. "I shall tell Zenas Henry it's our invention when I turn it over to him."
Can't you hand me a snack to eat as I go along?" "You'd much better come in an' have your breakfast properly." "Oh, I don't want nothin' much," the altruist protested. "Just fetch me out a slice of bread or a doughnut. We've got to get at that pump of Zenas Henry's. I'm itchin' to know what's the matter with it." Celestina looked disappointed.
"If we was to keep it here a week there ain't nothin' more we could do to it, an' since you've tried it out over at Galbraith's we know it works." "Oh, it works all right!" laughed Bob. The eyes of the little inventor softened and into them crept a glint of pensiveness. "Yes," he repeated, "we can deliver it up to Zenas Henry 'most anytime now." He paused.
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