Queechy, Volume I by Elizabeth Wetherell
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pretty near the half of what was due to him."
"I warrant you his'n was the fattest of the whole lot. Well, keep a tight hold of the other half, brother Elzevir, that's my advice to you." "The other half he was to make upon shares." "Whew! well I wish you well rid of him; and don't make such another bargain again. Good-day to ye!" It was with a keen pang that little Fleda saw the down-hearted look of her grandfather as again he gave the old mare notice to move on. A few minutes passed in deep thought on both sides. "Grandpa," said Fleda, "wouldn't Mr. Jolly perhaps know of somebody that might have some money to lend?" "I declare!" said the old gentleman, after a moment, "that's not a bad thought. I wonder I didn't have it myself." They turned about, and without any more words measured back their way to Queechy Run. Mr. Jolly came out again, brisk and alert as ever; but after seeming to rack his brains in search of any actual or possible money-lender, was obliged to confess that it was in vain; he could not think of one. "But I'll tell you what, Mr. Ringgan," he concluded, "I'll turn it over in my mind to-night and see if I can think of |
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