The Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason's Corner Folks

e lady herself, which had enabled her to put by a good sum in the bank. This she expended in building an ell with extra sle

anageable, and the rooms, as she expressed it, had a "second-hand" appearance. Then it was that the old mahogany furniture, that had been relegated to the attic, was brough

Many new mills had been erected in the neighbouring city of Cottonton. The operatives being unable to obtain suitable accommodations in the city, had come to Fernborough to live, where they could have gardens, fresh air, and playgrounds for their children. Fernborough became to C

ntents in the capacious closet and deep, roomy bureau drawers, the cheerful

its only

d begin afore the crowd came in. I don't introduce folks now I run a hotel. If they gets acquainted i

biscuit, potatoes, string beans, cucumbers, lettuce, berry pie,

asked Alice in a whisp

oom and board-three s

nto the parlour, where M

in't seen ye for so long I'm just dyin' to have a talk with yer, 'caus

," said Quincy. "What we want to know is

ther folks mightn't mention, 'cause they'd forgot it, or p'raps wouldn't want to tell. Is that cheer comforta

o my good friend Mrs. Hawk

r perfesser-and she's got a little girl, nigh on ter two years old named Marthy after me-but they don't call her Marthy-it's allus Mattie. These new-fa

fits him to a T, for he's a reg'lar Jonah if there ever was one, which our mini

rated with tobacco smoke-he says he has to puff it on the hens and chickens

ally. I am not an

our lace curtains same as cigars do. Now you jes' smoke all

r use tobacco in her presence-so

e afore I'll take any of their pizen. I jes' remembered that the new minister, Mr. Gay, smokes. I'll put some lace curtains up in his room. You ain't seen him yet

going to be a clerg

ns laughed

a hoss just like a man does, and the way she jumps fences and rides hur-rah-ti-cut down the street would jes' m

know. I shall call on Mrs. Strout. You remember the party a

m one day that if he didn't like her cookin' he might have his meals at the store-an' she goes to dances with her brother Sylvester. Some fol

the Strouts h

im here one day and he pulled the cloth of'n that table there and broke a chiny vase t

and Hiram get along toge

he's got a beau-a feller named Dan Sweeney, and his hair is so red you could light a match by techin' it. He works for your brother 'Zeke. He's a good enuf feller, but he and Strout don't hitch horses. You see he was in the same regiment with the Perfesser an' he knows all about him

ce knew that he did, but wished Mrs. Hawki

squirrel. He's got religion Mandy says, and so many ki

up to Ezekiel's house. We shall stay to supper, but w

all night-when it pays. It's a hard life, but you know what's goin' on