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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. 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
ened to a dog's sidewise trot. The looped trace-chains were jingling a merry dithyramb, her head was nodding, her tail swaying, and Seffy, propped by his elbow on her broad back, one leg swung between the hames, the other keeping time on her ribs, was singing: "'I want to be an angel And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead A harp within my hand--'" His adoring father chuckled. "I wonder what for kind of anchel he'd make, anyhow? And Betz--they'll have to go together. Say, I wonder if it _is_ horse-anchels?" No one knew; no one offered a suggestion. "Well, it ought to be. Say--he ken perform circus wiss ol' Betz!" They expressed their polite surprise at this for perhaps the hundredth time. "Yas--they have a kind of circus-ring in the barnyard. He stands on one foot, then on another, and on his hands wiss his feet kicking, and then he says words--like hokey-pokey--and Betz she kicks up behind and throws him off in the dung and we all laugh--happy efer after--Betz most of all! LING INDOLENTLY DOWN THE HILL RESISTING HER OWN MOMENTUM BY THE DIAGONAL MOTION THE OLD MAN HAD LIKENED TO A DOG SIDEWAYS TROT THE LOOP TRACE CHAINS WERE JINGLING A MERRY DID HER HEAD WAS NODDING HER TAIL SWINGING PROPPED BY HIS ELBOW ON HER BROAD BACK ONE LEG SWUNG BETWEEN THE HANDS THE OTHER ONE KEEPING TIME ON HER RIBS WAS SINGING I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL AND WITH THE ANGEL STAND OUTGROWNED UPON MY FOREHEAD A HARP WITHIN MY HAND I WONDER WHAT KIND OF ANGEL HE'D MAKE ANYHOW AND BETS THEY'D HAVE TO GO TOGETHER SAY I WONDER IF IT IS HORSE ANGELS NO ONE KNEW NO ONE OFFERED HIS SUGGESTION WELL IT OUGHT TO BE SAY HE CAN PERFORM CIRCUS WITH OLD BETS THEY EXPRESSED THEIR POLITE SURPRISE AT THIS FOR PERHAPS THE HUNDREDTH TIME YES THEY'VE A KIND OF CIRCUS RING IN THE BACK YARD HE STANDS ON ONE FOOT THEN ANOTHER AND ON HIS HANDS WITH HIS FEET KICKING AND THEN HE SAYS WORDS LIKE POKI POKI AND BETS SHE KICKS UP BEHIND AND THROWS HIM OFF IN THE DUNG AND WE ALL LAUGH HAPPY EVER AFTER BETS MOST OF ALL
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