Keziah Coffin by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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as he said it, which proved that his case was not beyond hope.
The girl detained him as he was turning away. "I wasn't laughing at that," she said. "I know who called you that--that name. It was Josiah Badger, and he really is one, you know. I was thinking of his testimony in meeting and how he called Ky--Abishai--a pepper shaker. That was ridiculous enough, but it reminded me of something else about Mr. Pepper, and I HAD to laugh. It wasn't at you, truly." So the minister begged her pardon; also he remained where he was, and heard the drops from the tree patter hollow on his hat. "I came after you," went on Grace rapidly and with nervous haste, "because I felt that you ought not to misjudge my uncle for what he said to-night. He wouldn't have hurt your feelings for the world. He is a good man and does good to everybody. If you only knew the good he does do, you wouldn't--you wouldn't DARE think hardly of him." She stamped her foot in the wet grass as she said it. She was evidently in earnest. But Ellery was not in the mood to be greatly impressed by Eben Hammond's charity or innate goodness. The old tavern keeper's references to himself were too fresh in his mind. "False prophet" and "worker of iniquity!" "I'm not judging your uncle," he declared. "It seemed to me that the boot was on the other leg." "I know, but you do judge him, and you mustn't. You see, he thought |
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