. The pot of gold, and other stories . d himself that it was only hisimagination, of course. When they reached the ministers, there was nolight in his house, either, and it occurred to Toby thatit was Fast Day. Once a week, Pokonoket ministerssit in total darkness all day, and eat nothing. When Toby called, the minister poked his headout of the study window, and asked what he wanted. Toby told him, and he and the widow stood in frontof the study window, and were married in the dark,and Toby gave a phosphorescent button for the fee. 44 The widow took longer steps than ever on the wayhome, and T
. The pot of gold, and other stories . d himself that it was only hisimagination, of course. When they reached the ministers, there was nolight in his house, either, and it occurred to Toby thatit was Fast Day. Once a week, Pokonoket ministerssit in total darkness all day, and eat nothing. When Toby called, the minister poked his headout of the study window, and asked what he wanted. Toby told him, and he and the widow stood in frontof the study window, and were married in the dark,and Toby gave a phosphorescent button for the fee. 44 The widow took longer steps than ever on the wayhome, and Toby ran till he was all out of breath ; shefairly lifted him off his feet sometimes, and carriedhim along on her arm. Link, link, bobolink ! sang the crazy loon whenToby and his bride entered the house. Now lets have a light, cried Tobys wife, andher voice was sharper than ever. It frightened the TOBY. 193 crazy loon so that he left the link off the end of hissong, and merely said bobo — Yes, answered Toby, bustling about cheerfully. TOBY KAN TILL HE WAS OUT OF HREATH. after the matches, and then you will make the soup. I will make the soup, laughed his wife. Toby felt frightened, he hardly knew why, but he 194 TOBY. found the matches, and lit the lamp. Then he turnedto look at his new wife, and saw — the Ogress ! Hehad married the Ogress ! Horrors ! Toby sank down on his knees and shook with fear,his little kinky curls bristling up all over his head. Pshaw ! said the Ogress contemptuously. Youneednt shake ! Do you suppose I would eat such alittle tough, bony fellow as you for supper ? No !When do your grandchildren come home from school ? Oh, groaned Toby, take me, dear Mrs. Ogress,and spare my grandchildren ! I should smile, said the Ogress. That was allthe reply she made. She talked popular slang alongwith her other bad habits. Toby wept, and groaned, and pleaded, but hecould not get another word out of her. She filled thegreat soup-kettle with water, set it over the fir
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