"
"You were quite right about it, Abner. I have washed my hands of the
business. I am going to take my folks out to York State. I meant to
start this morning. If the silk stockings had waited till to-night
they wouldn't have found me in their way."
"I callate twuz Providenshil they did'n wait, fer we'd 'a been gone
suckers sure ez ye hedn't been on hand to dew wat ye did," said one of
the men. "Thar ain't another man in town ez could a did it, or would
dast try."
"But ye ain't callatin ter go arter this be ye, Perez?" said Abner.
"This makes no difference. I expect to get off to-morrow," replied
Perez.
"Ye shan't go, not ef I hold ye," cried Mrs. Poor, edging up to him as
if about to secure his person on the spot.
"Ef ye go the res' on us mout 's well go with ye, fer the silk
stockins 'll hev it all ther own way then," remarked a farmer,
gloomily.
"I don't think the silk stockings will try any more tricks right off,"
said Perez, grimly. "I propose to give em a lesson this morning, which
they'll be likely to remember for one while."
"What be ye a gonter dew to em?" asked Abner, eagerly.
"Well," said Perez, deliberately, as every eye rested on him. "You see
they had set their minds on havin some whipping done this morning, and
I don't propose to have em disappointed.
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