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Bellamy, Edward, 1850-1898

"The Duke of Stockbridge"

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finding it at first, his face got very red. Finally, however, he drew
forth a little bundle and gave it to the girl, mumbling something
about "Sassafras, thort mebbe 'twould be good fer yer dad," and bolted
out of the room.
Nobody said anything after Obadiah's abrupt retirement, but when a few
moments later, Prudence looked shyly around, with cheeks a little
rosier than usual, she saw Perez regarding her with a slight smile of
amusement. A minute after she got up and went over to Mrs. Hamlin, and
laid the sassafras in her lap, saying:
"Don't you want this, Mrs. Hamlin? I'm sure I don't know what it's
good for," and went back to her seat and sat down again, with a slight
toss of the head.
Presently a medley of discordant sounds began to float up from the
village on the gentle southerly breeze. There was a weird, unearthly
groaning, as of a monster in pain, mingled with the beating of tin-pans.
Perez finally went to see what it was. At the end of the lane he met
Peleg Bidwell, and Peleg explained the matter.
"Ye see the boys hev all got back from Barrington, and they're pretty
gosh darned drunk, most on em, an so nothin would do but they must go
an rig up a hoss-fiddle an hunt up some pans, an go an serenade the
silk stockins.


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