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Knowles; I forgot you wasn't born in Bayport." Frances smiled. "No apology is needed, Mr. Tidditt," she said. "I confess to having been born a savage." "But you're all right now," said Asaph, hastily, trying to cover his slip. "You're all right now. You're just as American as the rest of us. Kent, suppose this war in Europe is goin' to hurt your trade any? It's goin' to hurt a good many folks's.
We rolled out and purred along the road, smooth as a cat trottin' to dinner. No speedin', no joltin', no nothin'. 'TWAS a 'gentleman's car'; there wa'n't no doubt about that. "We went 'way over to Bayport and Orham and beyond. And all the time Bradbury kept p'intin' out the diff'rent levers to Jonadab and tellin' him how to work 'em.
From the driveway of the yard, beside the dining-room windows, came the rattle of wheels and the tramp of a horse's feet. Mrs. Matilda Tripp, who sat nearest the windows, on that side, rose and peered out. "It's the depot wagon, Ketury," she said. "There's somebody inside it. I wonder if they're comin' here." "Transients" were almost unknown quantities at the Bayport Hotel in May.
His wife, a sweet-faced Englishwoman, made Hephzy's acquaintance and Hephzy liked her extremely. "She's as nice as she can be," declared Hephzy. "If it wasn't that she says 'Fancy! and 'Really! instead of 'My gracious! and 'I want to know! I should think I was talking to a Cape Codder, the best kind of one. She's got sense, too. SHE don't ask about 'red Indians' in Bayport."
I suppose, by right, I should be very grateful to your distinguished representative." "Well, I do declare! Sho, sho! Ain't that funny now? He's never said a word about it at home. I don't believe there's a soul in Bayport knows that. We all thought 'twas South Sea tradin' that boosted Heman. And your own dad! I declare, this is a small world!" "It's odd father never told you about it.
"Isn't it a wonder, Mabel?" he asked. "The native wit on his native heath! Reuben pardon me, your name is Reuben, isn't it? now that you've had your little joke, would you condescend to tell us the road which we should take to reach Bayport in the shortest time? Would you oblige us to that extent?" The young lady smiled at this. "Victor," she said, "how idiotic you are!" I agreed with her.
"How could anybody help likin' Bayport?" Which Treats of Quahaugs in General Asaph Tidditt helped me to begin this long chronicle of a quahaug's pilgrimage. Perhaps it is fitting that Asaph should end it. He dropped in for a call the other afternoon and, as I had finished my day's "stunt" at the desk, I assisted in entertaining him.
Bangs had never been farther from his native village than Boston. Captain Cy had been almost everywhere and seen almost everything. He could spin yarns that beat the serial stories in the patent inside of the Bayport Breeze all hollow.
She remembered what Mrs. Bailey had said after a week's visit in Bayport, which is fourteen miles from Ostable. "I think everybody enjoys a change of air," she observed. "My soul and body!" exclaimed Mr. Hamilton. Captain Shad looked down at his small passenger. "How old are you, sis?" he demanded. "I'm seven. But I ain't a sis; I haven't got any brothers or sisters." "Oh!
"I must say," he declared, "that I don't see any reason for waitin'. If folks ain't here, that's their own fault. Mr. Moderator, I demand that the nominatin' go ahead." Tad was on his feet instantly. "I'm goin' to appeal," he cried, "to the decency and gratitude of the citizens of the town of Bayport.
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