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"You ort to 've hed the law on him," declared Mrs. Bixbee, now fully converted. "The old scamp!" "Wa'al," was the reply, "I gen'all prefer to settle out of court, an' in this partic'lar case, while I might 'a' ben willin' t' admit that I hed ben did up, I didn't feel much like swearin' to it.
Bixbee, "I told ye how set he is on his young days, an' nobody knows how cruel mean 'Lish used to be to him; but I never see it come out of him so ugly before, though I didn't blame him a mite. But I hain't told ye the upshot: 'Now, he says to Smith, who set with his mouth gappin' open, 'you understand how I feel about the feller, an' I've got good reason for it.
Bixbee, "but David likes to think t'other. He meant to be awful mean, an' he was as mean as he could but the fact is, he didn't reelly know how. My sakes! Ef you want to do any fixin' up 'fore dinner, jest step into my bedroom. I've laid some things out on the bed, if you should happen to want any of 'em," and she hurried out of the room.
"I'm glad on't," she said heartily, "an' I hope you'll be comf'table an' contented here. I must go now an' help Sairy dish up. Come down to the settin' room when you're ready," and she gave his hands a little squeeze. "Aunt Po , I beg pardon, Mrs. Bixbee," said John, moved by a sudden impulse, "do you think you could find it in your heart to complete my happiness by giving me a kiss?
Don't make no disturbance more'n you c'n help, an' jest put your hank'chif up to your nose 's if you had the nosebleed, an' we squeezed out of the seats, an' sneaked up the aisle, an' by the time we got out into the entry I guess my face was as red as Polly's. It couldn't 'a' ben no redder," he added. "You got a putty fair color as a gen'ral thing," remarked Mrs. Bixbee dryly.
Bixbee, with whom he compromised on a weekly sum which appeared to him absurdly small, but which she protested she was ashamed to accept. After a while a small upright piano made its appearance, with Aunt Polly's approval. "Why, of course," she said. "You needn't to hev ast me. I'd like to hev you anyway.
"Guess you come out a little finer ev'ry season, don't ye? Hard work to keep ye out o' the 'free-fer-all' class, I guess. How's all the folks?" "Nicely, thanks," she replied. "That's right," said David. "How is Mrs. Bixbee?" she inquired.
May 's well die fer the ole sheep 's the lamb, but, Polly Bixbee, if you've got designs on my life, I may 's well tell ye right now 't I've left all my prop'ty to the Institution fer Disappinted Hoss Swappers." "That's putty near next o' kin, ain't it?" was the unexpected rejoinder of the injured Polly. "Wa'al, scat my !" exclaimed David, hugely amused, "if Polly Bixbee hain't made a joke!
'How are ye? an' how's Mis' Perkins these days? "'I'm fair, he says; 'fair to middlin', but Mis' Perkins is ailin' some as usyul' he says." "They do say," put in Mrs. Bixbee, "thet Mis' Perkins don't hev much of a time herself." "Guess she hez all the time the' is," answered David.
"Yes, sir," said David, "the's worse folks 'n Polly Bixbee, if she don't put on no style; an' the fact is, that some of the folks that lives here the year 'round, an' always have, an' call the rest on us 'village people, 'r' jest as countryfied in their way 's me an' Polly is in our'n only they don't know it. 'Bout the only diff'rence is the way they talk an' live." John looked at Mr.
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