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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
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“I'll
search
for
him
by
'n'
by,
if
he
don't,”
proclaimed
Mrs.
Todd,
with
an
air
of
unalterable
resolution.
“I
know
all
of
his
burrows
down
'long
the
shore.
I'll
catch
him
by
hand
'fore
he
knows
it.
I've
got
some
business
with
William,
anyway.
I
brought
forty-two
cents
with
me
that
was
due
him
for
them
last
lobsters
he
brought
in.”
“You
can
leave
it
with
me,”
suggested
the
little
old
mother,
who
was
already
stepping
about
among
her
pots
and
pans
in
the
pantry,
and
preparing
to
make
the
chowder.
I
became
possessed
of
a
sudden
unwonted
curiosity
in
regard
to
William,
and
felt
that
half
the
pleasure
of
my
visit
would
be
lost
if
I
could
not
make
his
interesting
acquaintance.
IX.
William
MRS.
TODD
HAD
taken
the
onion
out
of
her
basket
and
laid
it
down
upon
the
kitchen
table.
“There's
Johnny
Bowden
come
with
us,
you
know,”
she
reminded
her
mother.
“He'll
be
hungry
enough
to
eat
his
size.”
“I've
got
new
doughnuts,
dear,”
said
the
little
old
lady.
“You
don't
often
catch
William
'n'
me
out
o'
provisions.
I
expect
you
might
have
chose
a
somewhat
larger
fish,
but
I'll
try
an'
make
it
do.
I
shall
have
to
have
a
few
extra
potatoes,
but
there's
a
field
full
out
there,
an'
the
hoe's
leanin'
against
the
well-house,
in
'mongst
the
climbin'-beans.”
She
smiled
and
gave
her
daughter
a
commanding
nod.
“Land
sakes
alive!
Le's
blow
the
horn
for
William,”
insisted
Mrs.
Todd,
with
some
excitement.
“He
needn't
break
his
spirit
so
far's
to
come
in.
He'll
know
you
need
him
for
something
particular,
an'
then
we
can
call
to
him
as
he
comes
up
the
path.
I
won't
put
him
to
no
pain.”
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