"Instead of two, get me a
new dishpan. Mine leaks, and smears the stove and table."
"Be Gorry!" sighed Jimmy. "There goes me tongue, lettin' me in for
it again. I'll look over the skins, and if any of thim are ripe,
I'll get you a milk pail and a dishpan the nixt time I go to town.
And, by gee! If that dandy big coon hide I got last fall looks
good, I'm going to comb it up, and work the skin fine, and send it
to the Thrid Man, with me complimints. I don't feel right about him
yet. Wonder what his name railly is, and where he lives, or whether
I killed him complate."
"Any dry goods man in town can tell ye," said Dannie.
"Ask the clerk in the hotel," suggested Mary.
"You've said it," cried Jimmy. "That's the stuff! And I can find
out whin he will be here again."
Two hours more they faithfully worked on the garden, and then Jimmy
began to grow restless.
"Ah, go on!" cried Mary. "You have done all that is needed just
now, and more too. There won't any fish bite to-day, but you can
have the pleasure of stringin' thim poor sufferin' worms on a hook
and soaking thim in the river."
"`Sufferin' worms!' Sufferin' Job!" cried Jimmy. "What nixt? Go on,
Dannie, get your pole!"
Dannie went. As he came back Jimmy was sprinkling a thin layer of earth
over the bait in the can. "Why not come along, Mary?" he suggested."
I'm not done planting my seeds," she answered. "I'll be tired when
I am, and I thought that place wasn't fixed for me yet."
"We can't fix that till a little later," said Jimmy.
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