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"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I don't know. I thought I could, but now I ain't so sure. I could make 'em whirl 'round and 'round like a mill or a set of sailor paddles, but to make 'em flap is different. They've got to be put on strong enough so they won't flop off. You see," he added, solemnly, "if they kept floppin' off they wouldn't keep flappin' on.
"Um . . . yes . . . I did." "You did? You DID? And you have the cheek to own up to it right afore my face." Jed's hand stroked his chin. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "you just ordered me not to lie out of it, you know. Leander asked me right up and down if I wouldn't enlist if I was in his position. Naturally, I said I would." "Yes, you did. And you knew all the time how I felt about it, you SNEAK."
"Um . . . yes . . . I cal'late I did this mornin', but that's because I didn't make any coffee for breakfast. If I'd made coffee same as I usually do I'd have found 'em." "Why didn't you make coffee this mornin'?" Jed's eye twinkled. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "to be honest with you, Sam, 'twas because I couldn't find the coffee pot.
"I don't go about shouting my joys and troubles in everybody's ear like this. Why do I do it to you?" Jed stopped a dismal whistle in the middle of a bar. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I don't know. When I was a young-one I used to like to holler out back of Uncle Laban Ryder's barn so's to hear the echo. When you say so and so, Charlie, I generally agree with you.
"W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I guess likely you might call it a forget- me-not present, if you had to call it anything." Barbara pondered. "A a forget-me-not is a kind of flower, isn't it?" she asked. "Um-hm." "But this is a windmill. How can you make a flower out of a windmill, Uncle Jed?" Jed rubbed his chin. "Well, that's a question," he admitted.
I had one once and it made me almost sick." "Um-hm. W-e-e-ll, Gabe Bearse makes 'most everybody sick. What set you thinkin' about him?" "'Cause I just met him on the way home and he acted so funny. First he gave me a stick of candy." Mr. Winslow leaned back in his chair. "What?" he cried. "He gave you a stick of candy? GAVE it to you?" "Yes.
Jed looked up over his spectacles. "Eh?" he asked. "What's that?" "I say when you have a decision to make and your mind is about fifty-fifty on the subject, how do you decide?" Jed's answer was absently given. "W-e-e-ll," he drawled, "I generally er don't." "But suppose the time comes when you have to, what then?" "Eh? . . . Oh, then, if 'tain't very important I usually leave it to Isaiah."
"W-e-e-ll, if I'd gone straight up the road to Rogers's our jokin' friends would have known that's where the cranks came from. I wanted 'em to think they came from right here. So I went over the bank back of the shop, where they couldn't see me, along the beach till I got abreast of Joshua's and then up across lots. I came back the way I went. I hope those things 'll fit, Major.
"W-e-e-ll," he admitted, "I I hardly know what to say, I will give in. To be right down honest and the Lord knows I hate to say it it wouldn't do for a minute to let those two young folks get engaged to say nothin' of gettin' married with this thing between 'em. It wouldn't be fair to her, nor to Sam no, nor to him or you, either. You see that, don't you?" he begged.
You haven't done anything so crazy as that for the last six months. I believe the old Jed Winslow's come back again. That's fine." Jed smiled his slow smile. "I'm stickin' to my job, Sam," he said. "And grinnin'. Don't forget to grin, Jed." "W-e-e-ll, when I stick to MY job, Sam, 'most everybody grins." Babbie accompanied the captain to the place where the gate had been.
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