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That wery brea'th that I cut an' sewed myself, out of my own rags, an' not a smitch of your'n in it, an' hadn't much more'n just got laid down ready for winter. An' if it had come to this that dogs and silly girls was to be took in an' done for, cats, or no cats, Angory or otherwise, she, for one, Susanna Sprigg, wasn't goin' to put up with it, an' so I tell you, an' give notice, according."
It is curious that this yarn should have occurred to me, but I suppose it did so from my case being somewhat similar to that of Sam Smitch, only he had voluntarily stowed himself away and had plenty to eat, while I was shut up against my will without a particle of food, except the buns I had in my pockets. It served also to draw me for a few minutes from the thoughts of my own misfortunes.
"There was the robbery of the mail stage last summer a few miles north of here," said Mrs. Brimstead. "Every smitch of the mail was stolen. I guess that's the reason we haven't had no letter from Vermont in a year." "Maybe that's why we haven't heard from home," Samson echoed. "Why don't you leave Joe here while you're gone to Chicago?" Annabel asked.
While the blizzard howled without, and Simon and the mules called pitifully for their fodder and drink, she broke up what was left of the table. Over its blaze the last smitch of bacon went to savour the last pint of beans. After the meal Dallas read aloud. Lying down, she held her book in one hand until her fingers were blue with cold, then changed to the other.
Uncle Jeptha couldn't fuss with chickens, and he didn't raise only a smitch of 'em last year and the year before just them that the hens hatched themselves in stolen nests, and chanced to bring up alive. "You better grease the cart before you use it. It's stood since they hauled in corn last fall. "And look out for Dickerson. Ask him for the things he borrowed.
They will be spinning all sorts of yarns to each other about hobgoblins appearing on board." Old Riddle had spun several such yarns, and they came to my recollection. One was about a boy named Sam Smitch. Sam was the dirtiest fellow on board, and could never understand what cleanliness meant. He was constantly, therefore, being punished.
He informed the first lieutenant, who placed a watch in the neighbourhood where the ghost had appeared. The next night, in bodily form, the ghost of Sam Smitch was captured, dirtier than ever, but yet fat and sleek, though rather pallid.
One night, however, one of the carpenter's crew was going along the lower-deck, when he saw a figure in white gliding past him in the distance. The figure for a moment turned its head, when, as the light of the lantern fell on it, he recognised the face of Sam Smitch. It was more than his nerves could stand, and he bolted like a shot up the ladder.
"But Ah hez t' have a smitch of somethin' like-ez-how Miss Bob hez fer her shoulders, cuz my neck's gettin' scrawny now." Barbara had draped chiffon over her neck and dress, and at Sary's request, she turned angrily. "The very idea! This chiffon is two dollars a yard!" "I've got the very thing you need, Sary.
"Wait till every smitch of it's burned up an' then come back." "Yes, marm." But again Melvina loitered. "I tell you the thing is mine to do with as I please," declared Ellen angrily. "Yes, marm." "Ain't you going?" "Y-e-s." As she heard the nurse's reluctant step on the stairs, an evil light came into the old woman's face. "I'll fix that!" she whispered aloud.
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