as she came toward him he evidently thought betterof it and stood on the top step of his ladder shakinghis fist down at her.
銆��"I never thowt much o' thee!" he harangued. "I couldna'
銆��abide thee th' first time I set eyes on thee. A scrawnybuttermilk-faced young besom, allus askin' questions an'
銆��pokin' tha' nose where it wasna, wanted. I never knowedhow tha' got so thick wi' me. If it hadna' been for th'
銆��robin-- Drat him--""Ben Weatherstaff," called out Mary, finding her breath.
銆��She stood below him and called up to him with a sortof gasp. "Ben Weatherstaff, it was the robin who showed methe way!"Then it did seem as if Ben really would scramble downon her side of the wall, he was so outraged.
銆��"Tha' young bad 'un!" he called down at her. "Layin' tha'
銆��badness on a robin--not but what he's impidint enowfor anythin'. Him showin' thee th' way! Him! Eh! tha'
銆��young nowt"--she could see his next words burst outbecause he was overpowered by curiosity-- "however i'
銆��this world did tha' get in?""It
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