'"
CECILY, IN EXASPERATION:--"(Dan, shame on you for telling such
irreverent stories.) This is Mrs. Alexander Scott of Markdale.
She has been very sick for a long time."
DAN:--"Uncle Roger says all that keeps her alive is that she's
scared her husband will marry again."
CECILY:--"This is old Mr. James MacPherson who used to live behind
the graveyard."
DAN:--"He's the man who told mother once that he always made his
own iodine out of strong tea and baking soda."
CECILY:--"This is Cousin Ebenezer MacPherson on the Markdale
road."
DAN:--"Great temperance man! He never tasted rum in his life. He
took the measles when he was forty-five and was crazy as a loon
with them, and the doctor ordered them to give him a dose of
brandy. When he swallowed it he looked up and says, solemn as an
owl, 'Give it to me oftener and more at a time.'"
CECILY, IMPLORINGLY:--"(Dan, do stop. You make me so nervous I
don't know what I'm doing.) This is Mr. Lemuel Goodridge. He is a
minister."
DAN:--"You ought to see his mouth. Uncle Roger says the drawing
string has fell out of it. It just hangs loose--so fashion."
Dan, whose own mouth was far from being beautiful, here gave an
imitation of the Rev. Lemuel's, to the utter undoing of Peter,
Felix, and myself.
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