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And she told Jenette, and Jenette told me, so's I know it is true, "that she might go right on, and get the parasol cover, and the trimmins to the dresses, cambrick, and linin' and things, and hooks and eyes." And Miss Charnick didn't prepare no robe.
"We wouldn't be diggin' out for no swamp to haul logs." "You're mighty right, Trimmins! You're mighty right!" agreed the drunken Narnay. "Gotter leave m' fambly hate ter do it!" and he became very lachrymose. "Ter'ble thing, Trimmins, f'r a man ter be sep'rated from his fambly jest so's ter airn his livin'." "Right ye air, old feller," agreed the Southerner.
Janice asked, as she turned the automobile into the head of High Street. "Yes, ma'am. That is, if I don't find him at Lem Parraday's." "Oh, Mr. Trimmins!" exclaimed Janice, earnestly. "Look for him at the house first. And don't you go near Lem Parraday's, either." "Wal!" drawled the man. "I s'pose you air right, Miss." "I'll drive you right down to the cove," Janice said.
Yure rather more Roon than Octo, I take it," sed I, fur I never seed a puttier gal in the hull endoorin time of my life. She had on a More Antic Barsk & a Poplin Nubier with Berage trimmins onto it, while her ise & kurls was enuff to make a man jump into a mill pond without biddin his relashuns good-by.
Trimmins sauntered up, too, but the sullen Jack Besmith seemed to shrink from approaching the visitors. "I will get you there if possible in time to see the baby once more, Mr. Narnay, if you will come right along as you are," said Janice, commiseratingly, after explaining briefly their errand. "Dr. Poole told me the time was short." "Go ahead, Jim," said Trimmins, giving the man's hand a grip.
Trimmins and Jim Narnay had disappeared, and Janice feared that, after all, they had drifted over to the Inn, there to celebrate the discovery of the job they both professed to need so badly. "That awful bar!" Janice told herself. "If it were not here in Polktown those two ne'er-do-wells would have gone right about their work without any celebration at all. I guess Mrs. Scattergood is right Mr.
They've all got a sleight with the axe, I do allow; and the boy handles the team right well." "Is he Jack Besmith?" questioned Janice. "That's his name, I believe," said the elder. "Likely boy, I guess. But if I let 'em have any money before the job is done as Trimmins wants me to none of 'em would do much till the money was spent boy and all."
She ran up into the Upper Middletown Road, as far out as Elder Concannon's. The old gentleman once Janice Day's very stern critic, but now her staunch friend was in the yard when Janice approached in her car. He waved a cordial hand at her and turned away from the man he had been talking with. "Well, there ye have it, Trimmins," the girl heard the elder say, as her engine stopped.
The elder, vigorous and bewhiskered, came tramping into the clearing like a much younger man. Trimmins slouched along by his side, chewing a twig of black birch. "No, Trimmins," the elder was saying decisively. "We'll stick to the letter of the contract. I furnish the team and feed them. I went a step further and furnished supplies for three men instead of two.
With the permanent closing of the Lake View Inn bar, several of the habitués of the barroom began to straighten up. Jim Narnay had really been fighting his besetting sin since the baby's death. He had found work in town and was taking his wages home to his wife. Trimmins was working steadily for Elder Concannon.
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