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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! 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
of all!" After the applause he said: "I guess I'd better wake 'em up! What you sink?" They one and all thought he had. They knew he would do it, no matter what they thought. His method, as usual, was his own. He stepped to the adjoining field, and, selecting a clod with the steely polish of the plowshare upon it, threw it at the mare. It struck her on the flank. She gathered her feet under her in sudden alarm, then slowly relaxed, looked slyly for the old man, found him, and understanding, suddenly wheeled and ambled off home, leaving Seffy prone on the ground as her part of the joke. The old man brought Seffy in triumph to the store-porch. "Chust stopped you afore you got to be a anchel!" he was saying. "We couldn't bear to sink about you being a anchel--an' wiss the anchels stand--a harp upon your forehead, 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. G AND WE ALL LAUGH HAPPY EVER AFTER BETS MOST OF ALL AFTER THE APPLAUSE HE SAID I GUESS I BETTER WAKE HIM UP WOT YOU SINK THEY ONE AND ALL THOUGHT HE HAD THEY KNEW HE WOULD DO IT NO MATTER WHAT THEY THOUGHT HIS METHOD AS USUAL WAS HIS OWN HE STEPPED TO THE ADJOINING FIELD AND SELECTING A CLOD WITH THE STEELY POLISH OF THE PLOUGHSHARE UPON IT THREW IT AT THE MARE IT STRUCK HER ON THE FLANK SHE GATHERED HER FEET UNDER HER IN SUDDEN ALARM THEN SLOWLY RELAXED LOOKED SLYLY FOR THE OLD MAN FOUND HIM AND UNDERSTANDING SUDDENLY WHEELED AND AMBLED OFF HOME LEAVING SEFFIE PRONE ON THE GROUND AS HER PART OF THE JOKE THE OLD MAN BROUGHT SEFFIE IN TRIUMPH TO THE STORE PORCH JUST TOPPED YER BEFORE YOU GOT TO BE AN ANGEL HE WAS SAYING WE COULDN'T BEAR TO SINK ABOUT YOU BEIN AN ANGEL AN 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
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