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“I must request thee, Thomas, not to use such language,” says Aunt Dorcas, as she quietly re-arranged the bed. “Well, I won’t, granny, if I can help it,” says Tom; “but it is enough to make a fellow swear,- so cursedly hot!” Dorcas removed a comforter from the bed, straightened the clothes again, and tucked them in till Tom looked something like a chrysalis; remarking as she did so, “I wish, friend, thee would leave off cursing and swearing, and think upon thy ways.” “What the devil,” said Tom, “should I think of them for? Last thing ever I want to think of-hang it all!” And Tom flounced over, untucking and disarrang- ing everything, in a manner frightful to behold. “That fellow and gal are here, I s’pose,” said he, sullenly, after a pause. “They are so,” said Dorcas. “They’d better be off up to the lake,” said Tom; “the quicker the better.” “Probably they will do so,” said Aunt Dorcas, knitting peacefully. “And hark ye,” said Tom; “we’ve got correspondents in Sandusky, that watch the boats for us. I don’t care if I tell, now. I hope they will get away, just to spite Marks,- the cursed puppy!- d__n him!” “Thomas!” said Dorcas. |
