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I I I... Oh, take me home! I I I've forgot my rubbers and and I feel's if my hair was comin' off down, I mean but oh, I don't CARE, take me HOME!" Galusha, apparently, heard and saw nothing of this. He blundered straight on to the gate and thence along the road to the Phipps' cottage.
"Feel's if I was standing at the bottom of a well," he remarked. But the hatted one did not hear him. "No; no dining-room," she was saying briskly. "No, indeed. I always use this gate-legged table. You see? It pulls out like this. You can easily seat six eight, in fact." "Heaven forbid!" in fervent sotto voce from Father Brewster. "It's an enormous saving in time and labour."
I ain' ax um no questions, 'cause thuh's somethin' 'bout um makes me feel's if I ain' got no right to look at um even." The porter thought a moment. "I don' believe it'll do yuh any good, suh, to try to shine up to tha' young lady. She ain' the sawt, I can tell yuh that. I done see too many guhls in ma time " "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to shine up to her.
It was seldom that the slow-witted Thomas was blessed with one of these flights of fancy. For a minute he felt almost cheered. Mrs. Elliott was baffled. "Do tell," she exclaimed. "It must be a rare thing I never hear the like of it before. I'm most surprised you didn't take advantage of such a chance to go down to Boston an' see Molly. Didn't feel's you could afford it, I suppose.
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully. "Like t' sit 'ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All nex' day, all day after, day after that, day " Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that time?" she inquired, in a low voice. "B'cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b'cause I don't feel's if I can stand. Goo'-night."
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully. "Like t' sit 'ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All nex' day, all day after, day after that, day " Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that time?" she inquired, in a low voice. "B'cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b'cause I don't feel's if I can stand. Goo'-night."
All the men liked him, but Bill was his especial admirer, and loved to dwell on Bull's wonderful intelligence and tell stories about it. "Me for bed," said Jim Walker. "After that jamboree las' night I feel's though I c'd sleep a month." "Wait a minute till I tell you 'bout me havin' Bull down t' th' Junction las' week, an' him chasin' th' fox," Bill said. "Tell nothin'," Jim answered.
"Why, sure!" exclaimed the genial man of business, pulling up another chair. "Have a cigar, won't you? You don't come to see me very often, and I feel's though we ought to celebrate. Ha! ha! ha!" "No, I guess not, thank you," was the answer. "I'll smoke my pipe, if it's all the same to you." Mr. Saunders didn't mind in the least, but thought he would have a cigar himself.
Such incidents might result in disaster for the great plan if allowed to run unhindered. "Feel's like a thaw," said Bill, trying to rouse his chum from the revery into which his announcement had plunged him. Again John nodded. Indeed there was a curious softness in the air. Perhaps the promise of a long skating season was to prove false after all.
"We begin to feel's if we was gitt'n' a home f'r ourselves; but we've worked hard. I tell you we begin to feel it, Mr. Butler, and we're goin' t' begin to ease up purty soon. We've been kind o' plannin' a trip back t' her folks after the fall ploughin's done." "Eggs-actly!" said Butler, who was evidently thinking of something else.
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