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This oblique suasion made no impression on Seffy. It is doubtful if he understood it at all. The loafers began to smile. One laughed. The old man checked him with a threat of personal harm. "Hold on there, Jefferson Dafis Busby," he chid. THIS OBLIQUE SUASION MADE NO IMPRESSION ON SEFFY IT WAS DOUBTFUL IF HE UNDERSTOOD IT AT ALL THE LOAFERS BEGAN TO SMILE ONE LAUGHED THE OLD MAN CHECKED HIM WITH A THREAT OF PERSONAL HARM HOLD ON THEIR JEFFERSON DAVIS BUSBY HE CHID
, a crown within your hand, I expect--when it's corn-planting time." Seffy grinned cheerfully, brushed off the dust and contemplated his father's watch--held accusingly against him. Old Baumgartner went on gaily. "About an inch and a half apast ten! Seffy, I'm glad you ain't breaking your reputation for being fastnachtich. Chust about a quarter of an inch too late for the prize wiss flour on its hair and arms and its frock pinned up to show its new petticoat! Uhu! If I had such a nice petticoat--" he imitated the lady in question, to the tremendous delight of the gentle loafers. Seffy stared a little and rubbed some dust out of his eyes. He was pleasant but dull. "Yassir, Sef, if you'd a-got yere at a inch and a quarter apast! Now Sam's got her. Down in the cellar a-licking molasses together! Doggone if Sam don't git eferysing--except his due bills. He don't want to be no anchel tell he dies. He's got fun enough yere--but Seffy--you're like the flow of molasses in January--at courting. N WID DE ANGEL STAN A HARP UPON YOUR FOREHEAD A CROWN WITHIN YOUR HAND I EXPECT WHEN IT'S CORN BLOUNT IN TIME SEFFIE GRINNED CHEERFULLY BRUSHED OFF THE DUST AND CONTEMPLATED HIS FATHER'S WATCH HELD ACCUSINGLY AGAINST HIM OLD BOMB GARDNER WENT ON GAILY ABOUT HALF AN INCH PAST TEN CEFFIE I'M GLAD YOU AIN'T BREAKEN YOUR REPUTATION FOR BEING WASHNOTYCH JUST ABOUT A QUARTER OF AN INCH TOO LATE FOR THE PRIZE WITH A FLOWER ON ITS HAIR AND ARMS AND IT SPROCK PINNED UP TO SHOW ITS NEW PETTICOAT OO WOO IF I HAD SUCH A NICE PETTICOAT HE IMITATED THE LADY IN QUESTION TO THE DELIGHT OF THE GENTLE LOAFERS SAFFIE STARED A LITTLE AND RUBBED SOME DUST OUT OF HIS EYES HE WAS PLEASANT BUT DULL YES SIR SITH IF YOU DE GOT HER AGAIN SURE IN A QUARTER PAST NOW SAM'S GOT HER DOWN IN THE CELLAR AN A LICKIN MOLOSES TOGETHER DOLL GONE AS SAM DON'T GET EVERYTHING EXCEPT HIS TWO BILLS HE DON'T WANT TO BE NO ANSEL DULL HE DIES HE'S GOT FUN ENOUGH HERE BUT CEFFY YOU'RE LIKE THE FLOW O MOLASSES IN JANUARY AT COURTING
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