. St. Nicholas [serial] . cket was decidedly was one of several children, whose mother,the widow Patterson, was a poor and industriouswasher and ironer and scrubber for the villagepeople. She had two girls out at service; and IOO THE FORTUNES OF TOBY TRAFFORD. [Dec. all three worked hard, while her able-bodied boyof seventeen lived chiefly upon their earnings. Few people ever thought of calling him Pat-terson, or Josiah (his Christian name); he was Yellow Jacket to half the village. He hadgained the distinction by what seemed to otherboys a miraculous power over the wasp popularlykno
. St. Nicholas [serial] . cket was decidedly was one of several children, whose mother,the widow Patterson, was a poor and industriouswasher and ironer and scrubber for the villagepeople. She had two girls out at service; and IOO THE FORTUNES OF TOBY TRAFFORD. [Dec. all three worked hard, while her able-bodied boyof seventeen lived chiefly upon their earnings. Few people ever thought of calling him Pat-terson, or Josiah (his Christian name); he was Yellow Jacket to half the village. He hadgained the distinction by what seemed to otherboys a miraculous power over the wasp popularlyknown by that name. He was always catchingone (he could find one when you could nt),in order to show you that, however familiarlyhe might handle it, it would nt sting him. There was in the boat a fourth boy,recognized by Tom as it came nearer. It s Butter Ball, he said. John Ball (nicknamed ButterBall, because he was so fat)was not so low in the socialscale as Yellow Jacket; buthe was smaller than anyof the rest of the boys,. the ministers son, would Tom Tazwell evendeign to look at, on ordinary occasions; andLick was the only one of them who now hadthe audacity to accost him. He stood up inthe bow, showing a rather slim and elegant fig-ure in a light check suit, and called out: Hallo, Tom ! What you doing there ? Overseeing a little farm-work, that s all,said Tom, stiffly. What are you up to, Toby ? Lick asked. Overseeing a littlefarm-work, respondedToby drily, at the sametime diligently plyinghis rake. So am I! saidBertha, not meaningto be heard by anybody but Toby andTom. We are alloverseeing. But sound travelsfar over the water; anda shout of laughterfrom the boat applaud-ed her borrowed wit. A flush came intoToms face. Lick jumped ashore. Got your gun withye ? he inquired, com-ing up to Tom. Oh,splendid ! seeing it onthe log. Come ! I vegot mine; let s pin apiece of paper to thatmaple, and take shotsat it. Yellow Jacket sdroll! You should hearhis fish stories. Come!make Butte
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