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Why, it's wonderful, but it looks as though I'd been carrying coals to Newcastle. Newcastle is the name of a town in England where a great deal of coal comes from," he hastened to add, in explanation. "Like kerryin' water ter the river.
"What's fetched y' daown here so all-fired airly?" "You're a darned pooty lot daown here, you be!" Abel answered. "Better keep your Portagees t' home nex' time, ketchin' folks 'ith slippernooses raoun' their necks, 'n' kerryin' knives 'n their boots!" "What 'r' you jawin' abaout?" Elbridge said, looking up to see if he was in earnest, and what he meant. "Jawin' abaout?
I been kerryin' a potato in my pocket f'r over and above a week now, and I'm in hopes 't'll cure me." "A potato in your pocket!" exclaimed Dame Hartley. "Reuel Slocum! what do you mean?" "Sounds curus, don't it?" returned Mr. Slocum. "But it's a fact that it's a great cure for rheumatiz. A grea-at cure!
"What's fetched y' daown here so all-fired airly?" "You're a darned pooty lot daown here, you be!" Abel answered. "Better keep your Portagees t' home nex' time, ketchin' folks 'ith slippernooses raoun' their necks, 'n' kerryin' knives 'n their boots!" "What 'r' you jawin' abaout?" Elbridge said, looking up to see if he was in earnest, and what he meant. "Jawin' abaout?
"The Duke himsel' was oot on the lawn whan I was despatchin' the ither fushin' folk, ilk ane wi' his or her fisherman kerryin' the rod. 'Geordie, said his Grace, 'with whom will you be going yourself? 'Wi' the Dowager Leddy Breadanham, yer Grace! says I. 'And where do you think of taking her ladyship, Geordie? speers he.
"You'll get over it sooner than you think. How did the pail happen to turn over?" "Must have been de debbel, missus. I was kerryin' it just as keerful, when all at once it upsot." This explanation, though not very luminous to her visitor, appeared to excite a fierce spirit of resentment against the pail in the mind of little Pomp.
"What's fetched y' daown here so all-fired airly?" "You're a darned pooty lot daown here, you be!" Abel answered. "Better keep your Portagees t' home nex' time, ketchin' folks 'ith slippernooses raoun' their necks, 'n' kerryin' knives 'n their boots!" "What 'r' you jawin' abaout?" Elbridge said, looking up to see if he was in earnest, and what he meant. "Jawin' abaout?
"Let him go," begged Joel, just as much distressed; "he won't touch the bag, I don't believe, again, Candace." "Oh, I won't, I won't," promised Van wildly. "I don't want the bag; do let me go, Candace." "Yer see, Mas'r Joel was a-helpin' me," said Candace, slowly releasing Van's jacket collar, "an' 'twarn't none 'o his fault dat he stopped kerryin' de letters."
"Somethin' 'stonishin' 'bout what comes of it, though," resumed the deacon. "'Twas only yestiddy thet Bill was kerryin' a bucket of dirt to the crick, an' jest ez he got there his foot slipped in, an' he went kerslosh.
An' then he went off upstairs, an' we heard him rummagin' about among his boxes up in the loft-chamber. We dassn't none of us tech them boxes, we boys, though we warn't afeard of nothin' else in the world, only father. Presently he comes down again, still a-laughin', an' kerryin' that platter in his hand.
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