"T-that's so," he stammered. "It is too bad, Harvey. It-t-t is,
certainly, but anything for a j-joke, you know. Here, take it yourself,
Harvey, t-take it; take it, quick!"
And Lovell got down on his knees as though he would have rendered dumb
thanks to Heaven for his unexpected deliverance, and proceeded to gather
up the corn with glad alacrity.
After this, the water was passed, and, at such times, it was always
comforting to consider how bountiful nature had been in this respect to
Wallencamp, and that the demand could never be quite equal to the supply.
Then the company began to disperse with many hand-shakings and "Why don't
ye all drop into my house?" etc., etc.
Lovell Barlow came back twice to shake hands with me; and returning the
third time, got lost, somehow, in the general confusion, and shook hands
very fervently with his mother, who was standing in the door.
I heard one of the departing visitors exclaim: "Why, where's Lute? I
should a thought he'd a dropped in, sure!"
And another answered: "Oh, he's got some new notion into his head, I
reckon! goin' on a cruise, may be!"
Rebecca was going out with a girl companion, talking rather loudly.
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