"It is futile to reason with you," he said. "There is only

time:2023-11-28 17:23:54 source:rencunzhengju.com author:law

The pressman rose. His face was flushed and wild-looking. "Come on out of this--for God's sake!" he said to Canty--"if you're ready."

"What," said Dad, hospitably, "y're not going, surely!" But they were. "Well, then--thirty-five acres of wheat, I have, and" (putting his head out the door and calling after them) "NEXT year--next year, all being well, please God, I'll have SIXTY!"

She was the mistress of the local school, and had come to board with us a month. The parents of the score of more of youngsters attending the school had arranged to accommodate her, month about, and it was our turn. And did n't Mother just load us up how we were to behave--particularly Joe.

Dad lumbered in the usual log for the fire, and we all helped him throw it on--all except the schoolmistress. Poor thing! She would have injured her long, miserable, putty-looking fingers! Such a contrast between her and Sal! Then we sat down to supper--that old familiar repast, hot meat and pumpkin.

Somehow we did n't feel quite at home; but Dad got on well. He talked away learnedly to Miss Ribbone about everything. Told her, without swearing once, how, when at school in the old country, he fought the schoolmaster and leathered him well. A pure lie, but an old favourite of Dad's, and one that never failed to make Joe laugh. He laughed now. And such a laugh!--a loud, mirthless, merciless noise. No one else joined in, though Miss Ribbone smiled a little. When Joe recovered he held out his plate.

"If--what, sir?" Dad was prompting him in manners.

"IF?" and Joe laughed again. "Who said 'if'?--I never."

Just then Miss Ribbone sprang to her feet, knocking over the box she had been sitting on, and stood for a time as though she had seen a ghost. We stared at her. "Oh," she murmured at last, "it was the dog! It gave me such a fright!"


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