tasting of cream, and hardly needing butter? And green-apple
pies! Could such candied lower crusts be found elsewhere,or more
delectable filling? Or such rich, nutty doughnuts?--doughnuts
that had spurned the hot fat which is the ruin of so many, and
risen from its waves like golden-brown Venuses.
"By the great seleckmen!" ejaculated Jed Towle, as he swallowed
his fourth, "I'd like to hev a wife, two daughters, and four
sisters like them Wileys, and jest set still on the river-bank
an' hev 'em cook victuals for me. I'd hev nothin' to wish for
then but a mouth as big as the Saco's."
"And I wish this custard pie was the size o' Bonnie Eagle Pond,"
said Ike Billings. "I'd like to fall into the middle of it and
eat my way out!"
"Look at that bunch o' Chiny asters tied on t' the bail o' that
biscuit-pail!" said Ivory Dunn. "That's the girl's doin's, you
bet women-folks don't seem to make no bo'quets after they git
married. Let's divide 'em up an' wear 'em drivin' this
afternoon; mebbe they'll ketch the eye so't our rags won't show
so bad. Land! it's lucky my hundred days is about up! If I
don't git home soon, I shall be arrested for goin' without
clo'es. I set up'bout all night puttin' these blue patches in my
pants an' tryin' to piece together a couple of old red-flannel
shirts to make one whole one. That's the worst o' drivin' in
these places where the pretty girls make a habit of comin' down
to the bridge to see the fun. You hev to keep rigged up jest so
stylish; you can't git no chance at the rum bottle, an' you even
hev to go a leetle mite light on swearin'."
"Steve Waterman's an awful nice feller," exclaimed Ivory Dunn just
then. Stephen had been looking intently across the river,
watching the Shapleys' side door, from which Rose might issue at
any moment; and at this point in the discussion he had lounged
away from the group, and, moving toward the bridge, began to
throw pebbles idly into the water.
"He's an awful smart driver for one that don't foiler drivin' the
year round," continued Ivory; "and he's the awfullest
clean-spoken, soft-spoken feller I ever see."
"There's be'n two black sheep in his family a'ready, an' Steve
kind o' feels as if he'd ought to be extry white," remarked Jed
Towle. "You fellers that belonged to the old drive remember
Pretty Quick Waterman well enough? Steve's mother brought him
Yes; most of them remembered the Waterman twins, Stephen's
cousins, now both dead,--Slow Waterman, so moderate in his
steps and actions that you had to fix a landmark somewhere near
him to see if he moved; and Pretty Quick, who shone by comparison
with his twin.
"I'd kind o' forgot that Pretty Quick Waterman was cousin to
Steve," said the under boss; "he never worked with me much, but
he wa'n't cut off the same piece o' goods as the other Watermans.Download<<BackPagesMainNext>>