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The chintz parlor, once Governor Weatherby's study, was finished too, and the whole family looked in at the doors a dozen times a day with admiring exclamations. THE CHINTZ PARLOR ONCE GOVERNOR WEATHERBY'S STUDY WAS FINISHED TOO AND THE WHOLE FAMILY LOOKED IN AT THE DOORS A DOZEN TIMES A DAY WITH ADMIRING EXCLAMATIONS
ount to nothin', fust thing you know. My boy Digby says to me this mornin', when I asked him if he was goin' to the County Fair 'No, Pop, I ain't goin',' he says, 'it's the same old fair every year.' Land sakes! when I was a boy, 'bout once a month, in warm weather, I used to ask father if I could walk to the other end o' the village and look at the governor's circ'lar steps; that used to be the liveliest entertainment parents could think up for their young ones, an' it _was_ a heap livelier than two sermons of a Sunday, each of 'em an hour and fifteen minutes long." Digby, a lad of eighteen and master of only one trade instead of a dozen, like his father, had been deputed to paper Mother Carey's bedroom while she moved for a few days into the newly fitted guest room, which was almost too beautiful to sleep in, with its white satiny walls, its yellow and green garlands hanging from the ceiling, its yellow floor, and its old white chamber set repainted by the faithful and clever Popham. TED IN BETWEEN THAT YOUNG ONES WON'T AMOUNT TO NOTHIN FUST THING YOU KNOW MY BOY DIGBY SAYS TO ME THIS MORNIN WHEN I ASKED HIM IF HE WAS GOIN TO THE COUNTY FAIR NO POP I AIN'T GOIN HE SAYS IT'S THE SAME OLD FAIR EVERY YEAR LAND SAKES WHEN I WAS A BOY BOUT ONCE A MONTH IN WARM WEATHER I USED TO ASK FATHER IF I COULD WALK TO THE OTHER END O THE VILLAGE AND LOOK AT THE GOV'NOR'S CIRC'LAR STEPS THAT USED TO BE THE LIVELIEST ENTERTAINMENT PARENTS COULD THINK UP FOR THEIR YOUNG ONES AND IT WAS A HEAP LIVELIER THAN TWO SERMONS OF A SUNDAY EACH OF EM AN HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES LONG DIGBY A LAD OF EIGHTEEN AND MASTER OF ONLY ONE TRADE INSTEAD OF A DOZEN LIKE HIS FATHER HAD BEEN DEPUTED TO PAPER MOTHER CAREY'S BEDROOM WHILE SHE MOVED FOR A FEW DAYS INTO THE NEWLY FITTED GUEST ROOM WHICH WAS ALMOST TOO BEAUTIFUL TO SLEEP IN WITH ITS WHITE SENTINE WALLS ITS YELLOW AND GREEN GARLANDS HANGING FROM THE CEILING ITS YELLOW FLOOR AND ITS OLD WHITE CHAMBER SET REPAINTED BY THE FAITHFUL AND CLEVER POPHAM
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