Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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"The twelve dollars would pay a man who would do as much work as I could, father." "Yes, yes, -- that's all straight enough." "Is Winthrop going to teach school?" exclaimed Asahel. "Perhaps so." "Then I should go to school to Winthrop," said the little boy clapping his hands, -- "shouldn't I, mamma? Wouldn't it be funny?" "I too?" cried Winifred. "Hush, hush. Hear what your father says." "I am only sorry you should have to resort to such expedients." "Do you think they would take me, father?" "Take you? yes! If they don't, I'll make them." "Thank you, sir." Winthrop presently went with the children, who drew him out into the kitchen. Mr. Landholm sat a few moments in silent and seemingly disturbed thought. |
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