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"'Yes, says Hemenway, bloated up like a gobbler an' lookin' at Jess where she stan's with her face red an' still a-puffin' for breath; 'an' she thinks she could l'arn right here if she only had a pianner. "'She'd oughter have one, says Mr. Sneath. 'I wish he says, an' then he breaks off like a busted log-chain. 'But we couldn't git it down here. "What's that? asts Hemenway.
"He's saving Danny Sneath from growing up a horrid worthless man like his father that's plain from Danny coming back on the sly to see him and he's doing splendidly with Red Top, and yet he doesn't get what he wants." "He shouldn't want what he can't get then," smiled Rosamond, indulgent as far as Patricia was concerned.
It is not so much the amount or kind of food one is given but the spirit in which it is given that counts." "Jist so," said Mrs. Sneath, "so we'uns'll all set down soon to corn pone and pork. Please ask your nigger to unhitch his hosses and put 'em in de bawn. He'll find sum hay der for 'em. De nigger shall hab sum dinner too."
"I shakes my head. I likes the boy, an' I don't want ter see him take sech big chances o' gittin' inter trouble. Somebody might tell Sneath, an' then it might be all off about his bein' flume boss. Besides, nobody had never run no pianner down no flume before, an' yeh couldn't tell what might happen. "'D' yeh think, honest, Oram, says he, 'the ol' flume's likely ter give way anywheres?
It was a motley but interesting crowd that assembled in the sitting-room at two o'clock that Sunday afternoon. Of course the Spinks were there, and some members of the Wiles and Sneath families were present, and others from different homes in that section. Fourteen girls, ten boys and a few adults had come to the meeting.
It was Jemima Sneath, and she was evidently laboring under great excitement. Her eyes were deep sunken and glowed like coals of fire. They showed what was in her heart jealousy, hate, anger, recklessness, courage, determination. Her thick black hair was loosely put together, stray locks falling here and there about her face and neck.
"I had to skin up to Skyland nex' day. Jud says the soop'rintendent has to light out quicker'n he'd thought, but he didn't fergit about the pianner. Mis' Sneath was as easy as greased skids, but Mr. Sneath he didn't know exactly. He sends the pianner over to the warehouse there 'longside the flume an' has the men slap together a stout boat to run her down in; but at the las' minute he backs out.
P. Du Bois, The Culture of Justice, chaps. iii, x. Dodd, Mead & Co., $0.75. E.P. St. John, Child Nature and Child Nurture, chap. viii. Pilgrim Press, $0.50. W.L. Sheldon, A Study of Habits, chap. xvii. Welch & Co., Chicago, $1.25. II. Further Reading Sneath & Hodges, Moral Training in School and Home. Macmillan, $0.80. E.O. Sisson, The Essentials of Character. Macmillan, $1.00.
Grumble, "the shoe is on the other foot. What with the young folks growing up so wild, we must all be as busy as thieves to keep what belongs to us." "And what belongs to us, Mrs. Grumble?" asked the dressmaker, lifting from her lap a dress designed for Mrs. Sneath, the butcher's wife. "No more than what we can get," replied Mrs. Grumble, with a shake of her head. "And that's little enough."
When Viola and Henrietta entered the clearing Sneath was sitting in the sun on a log bench in front of his cabin. He was a man in middle life and like most of the hillside settlers was the father of several children. The young ladies addressed him pleasantly, and asked after his family and his crops.
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