5/23/2023 0 Comments The power and the glory book"Even you, Unc' Pros-while you borryin' why cain't ye borry whole things that don't need mendin'?" Looks like nobody ain't got no sense," returned Laurella Consadine ungratefully. "I stopped a-past and borried the nails and the hammer from Jeff Dawes I mighty nigh pounded my thumb off knockin' in nails with a rock an' a sad-iron last week." " "Just a few nails and a little wrappin' of twine'll make it all right," he informed his niece. Pros Passmore, uncle of the sick woman and mainstay of the forlorn little Consadine household, was always full of enthusiasm. "ĭon't you worry yo'se'f, Laurelly," he said enthusiastically. Uncle Pros set the small article of furniture down gently. "I 'lowed you'd git Billy Spinner's, an' hit's as good as new." Now, why in the name o' common sense would ye go and borry a broken cradle?" came the wail from the bed. Onie Dillard's," he replied hollowly from the depths of the crib which he carried upside down upon his head, like some curious kind of overgrown helmet. "Whose cradle's that?" the sick woman's thin querulous tones arrested the man at the threshold. The car was already leaping down the hill at a tremendous pace. Lost-gone! My God, Mother-it's three days and three nights!" "Give me my bandanner! Give me Johnnie's silver mine!" " "Yes, I'm a-going to get a chance to work right away," she smiled up at him.
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