delectable filling? Or such rich, nutty doughnuts?--doughnuts that had

spurned the hot fat which is the ruin of so many, and risen from its

waves like golden-brown Venuses.

"By the great seleckmen!" ejaculated Jed Towle, as he swallowed his

fourth, "I'd like to hev a wife, two daughters, and four sisters like

them Wileys, and jest set still on the river-bank an' hev 'em cook

victuals for me. I'd hev nothin' to wish for then but a mouth as big as

the Saco's."

"And I wish this custard pie was the size o' Bonnie Eagle Pond," said

Ike Billings. "I'd like to fall into the middle of it and eat my way

out!"

"Look at that bunch o' Chiny asters tied on t' the bail o' that

biscuit-pail!" said Ivory Dunn. "That's the girl's doin's, you bet

women-folks don't seem to make no bo'quets after they git married. Let's

divide 'em up an' wear 'em drivin' this afternoon; mebbe they'll ketch

the eye so't our rags won't show so bad. Land! it's lucky my hundred

days is about up! If I don't git home soon, I shall be arrested for

goin' without clo'es. I set up'bout all night puttin' these blue patches

in my pants an' tryin' to piece together a couple of old red-flannel

shirts to make one whole one. That's the worst o' drivin' in these

places where the pretty girls make a habit of comin' down to the bridge

to see the fun. You hev to keep rigged up jest so stylish; you can't git

no chance at the rum bottle, an' you even hev to go a leetle mite light

on swearin'."

"BLASPHEMIOUS SWEARIN'"

"Steve Waterman's an awful nice feller," exclaimed Ivory Dunn just then.

Stephen had been looking intently across the river, watching the

Shapleys' side door, from which Rose might issue at any moment; and at

this point in the discussion he had lounged away from the group, and,

moving toward the bridge, began to throw pebbles idly into the water.

"He's an awful smart driver for one that don't foiler drivin' the year

round," continued Ivory; "and he's the awfullest clean-spoken,

soft-spoken feller I ever see."

"There's be'n two black sheep in his family a'ready, an' Steve kind o'

feels as if he'd ought to be extry white," remarked Jed Towle. "You

fellers that belonged to the old drive remember Pretty Quick Waterman

well enough? Steve's mother brought him up."

Yes; most of them remembered the Waterman twins, Stephen's cousins, now

both dead,--Slow Waterman, so moderate in his steps and actions that you

had to fix a landmark somewhere near him to see if he moved; and Pretty

Quick, who shone by comparison with his twin.

"I'd kind o' forgot that Pretty Quick Waterman was cousin to Steve,"

said the under boss; "he never worked with me much, but he wa'n't cut

off the same piece o' goods as the other Watermans. Great hemlock! but

he kep' a cussin' dictionary, Pretty Quick did! Whenever he heard any

new words he must 'a' writ 'em down, an' then studied 'em all up in the

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