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ally coiled up among the jugs at the time specified, she had been fast asleep all the time. When, at last, Haley appeared, booted and spurred, he was saluted with the bad tidings on every hand. The young imps on the verandah were not disap- pointed in their hope of hearing him “swar,” which he did with a fluency and fer- vency which delighted them all amazingly, as they ducked and dodged hither and thither, to be out of the reach of his riding-whip; and, all whooping off together, they tumbled, in a pile of immeasurable giggle, on the withered turf under the ve- randah, where they kicked up their heels and shouted to their full satisfaction. “If I had the little devils!” muttered Haley, between his teeth. “But you ha’n’t got ‘em, though!” said Andy, with a triumphant flourish, and making a string of indescribable mouths at the unfortunate trader’s back, when he was fairly beyond hearing. “I say now, Shelby, this yer’s a most extro’rnary business!” said Haley, as he abruptly entered the parlor. “It seems that gal’s off, with her young ‘un.” “Mr. Haley, Mrs. Shelby is present,” said Mr. Shelby. “I beg pardon, ma’am,” said Haley, bowing slightly, with a still lowering brow; “but still I say, as I said before, this yer’s a singular report. Is it true, sir?” “Sir,” said Mr. Shelby, “if you wish to communicate with me, you must ob- serve something of the decorum of a gentleman. Andy, take Mr. Haley’s hat and riding-whip. Take a seat, sir. Yes, sir; I regret to say that the young woman, ex- |
