Uncle William: the man who was shif'less by Jennette Barbour Perry Lee
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page 67 of 170 (39%)
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"There, there," said Uncle William, soothingly, "I wouldn't make such a fuss about it. Nobody's goin' to marry you 'thout you want 'em to. You jest quiet down and go to sleep. We'll talk it over when I come back." XI When he returned the artist was awake. His eyes had a clearer look. Uncle William surveyed them over the top of his parcels. "Feelin' better?" he said. "Yes." He carried the parcels into the next room, and the artist heard him pottering around and humming. He came out presently in his shirt-sleeves. His spectacles were mounted on the gray tufts. "I've got a chowder going'," he said. "You take another pill and then you'll be about ready to eat some of it, when it's done." "Can I eat chowder?" The tone was dubious, but meek. "You've got all your teeth, hain't you?" "Yes." "Well, then, I guess you can eat it." |
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