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From time to time he would call out the hour, like a watchman on a minaret. At last: "Look a yere, Seffy, it's about two inches apast seven  and by the time you git there  say, _nefer_ gif another feller a chance to git there afore you or to leave after you!" FROM TIME TO TIME HE WOULD CALL OUT THE HOUR LIKE A WATCHMAN ON A MINARET AT LAST LOOK A YEAR SAFIE IT'S TWO INCHES OF PAST SEVEN AND BY THE TIME YOU GET THERE SAY NEVER GET ANOTHER FELLAH A CHANCE TO GET THERE AFORE YOU OR TO LEAVE AFTER YOU
 with a huge ahem. And the tune his father whistled as he opened the door for him sounded something like "I want to be an angel." "But not to buy no pasture-land!" warned Seffy. "Oach, no, of course not!" agreed his wily old father. "That's just one of my durn jokes. But I expect I'll take the fence down to-morrow! Say, Sef, you chust marry the gal. I'll take keer the fence!" III It took Seffy a long time to array himself as he had threatened. And when it was all done you wouldn't have known him--you wouldn't have cared to know him. For his fine yellow hair was changed to an ugly brown by the patent hair-oil with which he had dressed it--and you would not have liked its fragrance, I trust. Bergamot, I think it was. His fine young throat was garroted within a starched standing collar, his feet were pinched in creaking boots, his hands close-gauntleted in buckskin gloves, and he altogether incomparable, uncomfortable, and triumphant. Down stairs his father paced the floor, watch in hand.  HER GET UP PAST YOU WELL I'M GOIN TO SET UP WITH HER TO NIGHT SAID SEFFIE AGAIN WITH A HUE TO HIM AND THE TUNE HIS FATHER WHISTLED AS HE OPENED THE DOOR FOR HIM SOUNDED SOMETHING LIKE I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL BUT NOT TO BUY A PASTURE LAMB MOURNED SEFFIE U NO COURSE NOT AGREED HIS WILY OLD FATHER THAT'S JUST ONE O MY DURNED JOKES I EXPECT I'LL TAKE THE FENCE DOWN TOMORROW SAY SETH YOU JUST MARRY THE GIRL I'LL TAKE KEER OF THE FENCE IT TOOK SEFFIE A LONG TIME TO RAY HIMSELF AS HE HAD THREATENED AND WHEN IT WAS ALL DONE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CARED TO KNOW HIM FOR HIS FINE YELLOW HAIR WAS CHANGED TO AN UGLY BROWN BY THE PATENT HAIR OIL WITH WHICH HE ADDRESSED IT AND YOU WOULD NOT HAVE LIKED ITS FRAGRANCE I TRUST BERGAMOT I THINK IT WAS HIS FINE YOUNG THROAT WAS CAROTTED WITHIN A STARCH STANDING COLLAR HIS FEET WERE PINCHED IN CREAKING BOOTS HIS HANDS CLOSE GAUNTLETED IN BUCKSKIN GLOVE AND HE ALTOGETHER INCOMPARABLE UNCOMFORTABLE AND TRIUMPHANT DOWN STAIRS HIS FATHER PACED THE FLOOR WATCH IN HAND
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