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There would be you and Uncle David and Joan, and perhaps Clive could wrench himself away, and Mary and Uncle Jed and," a tender pause, "and Ken and me! We could make the Chapel beautiful with flowers from The Gap our flowers and then I could help Ken with Mrs. Tweksbury for you, Aunt Dorrie, will have Joan." Martin blinked his eyes. He never admitted a mistiness to the extent of wiping them.
Seemed to me the stuff might be more fillin' than nourishin'." Ruth smiled faintly. Then she shook her head. "Oh, Jed," she said, "you're as transparent as a windowpane. Thank you, though. If anything could cheer me up and help me to forget I think you could." Jed looked repentant. "I'd no business to tell you all that rigamarole," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm always doin' the wrong thing, seems so.
All morning, while someone was fooling Old Jed Thumper, the cross old Rabbit who thought he owned the Old Pasture, Peter Rabbit lay stretched out on the warm little sunning-bank, dreaming of soft, gentle eyes and beautiful little footprints. It was a dangerous place to go to sleep, because at any time fierce Mr.
Jed "scratched around," finally locating the checks and bills in the coffee pot on the shelf in his little kitchen. "There!" he exclaimed, with satisfaction, "I knew I put 'em somewheres where they'd be safe and where I couldn't forget 'em." "Where you couldn't forget 'em! Why, you did forget 'em, didn't you?"
Armstrong here Say, she's some peach, ain't she! she ain't seen me more'n half a dozen times, but here she is beggin' me to fetch her my photograph. 'It's rainin' pretty hard, to-day, I says. 'Won't it do if I fetch it to-morrow? But no, she " Jed held up a protesting hand. "I don't doubt she wants your photograph, Philander," he drawled. "Your kind of face is rare.
Should he visit France, as he intends, I shall direct him to pay his respects to you, sir, assured that he will receive your protection and patronage so far as you can with convenience afford them. In thus doing you will much oblige, Sir, with high consideration Your most ob'd't. Serv't, JED. MORSE.
Mullett, I guess, he says. 'There seems to be a sort of family feelin' between my head and a chunk of wood. Now what kind of an answer was that, I want to know!" Jed worked at carpentering for a number of years, sometimes going as far away as Ostable to obtain employment. And then his mother was seized with the illness from which, so she said, she never recovered.
Phillips leaned forward and laid a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Jed," he said gently, "I know why you're not hungry. Oh, Jed, what in the world made you do it?" Jed started back so violently that his chair almost upset. He raised a hand with the gesture of one warding off a blow. "Do?" he gasped. "Do what?" "Why, what you did about that money that Captain Hunniwell lost.
Finish her out. Can't you see you've got my head whirlin' like one of those windmills of yours? Finish her OUT!" Jed looked over his spectacles. "Oh!" he said. "Well, Leander's been comin' in here pretty frequent and we've talked about his affairs a good deal. He's always wanted to enlist ever since the war broke out." "He HAS?" "Why, sartin.
As my old readers know, Jed Sanborn knew all about wild animals and just how to trail them, and the young hunters followed his directions readily. "Be sure your guns are in prime condition and loaded," said Jed. "And as we may be out until nightfall, better take a lunch with you." "We have it, in our gamebags," answered the doctor's son. "Good enough."
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