FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47  
48   49   50   51   52   >>  
rson; "sixty next month," he repeated solemnly. "Thirty! thirty! that's all you are, parson, or all you ought to be," cried the deacon. "Thirty, twenty, sixteen!--let the figures slide down and up, according to circumstances, but never let them go higher than thirty when you are dealing with young folks. I'm sixty myself, counting years; but I'm only sixteen, sixteen this morning, that's all, parson," and he rubbed his little round plump hands together, looked at the parson, and winked. "Bless my soul, Deacon Tubman, I don't know but that you are right!" answered the parson. "Sixty? I don't know as I am sixty," and he began to rub his own hands, and came within an ace of executing a wink at the deacon, himself. "Not a day over twenty, if I am any judge of age," responded the deacon deliberately, as he looked the white-headed old minister over with a most comic imitation of seriousness. "Not a day over twenty, on my honor," and the deacon leaned forward toward the parson, and gave him a punch with his thumb, as one boy might deliver a punch at another, and then he lay back in his chair and laughed so heartily that the parson caught the infectious mirth and roared away as heartily as himself. Yes, it was impossible to sit hobnobbing with the little, jolly deacon on that bright New Year's morning and not be affected by the happiness of his mood, for he was actually bubbling over with fun, and as full of frolic as if the finger on the dial had, in truth, gone back forty-odd years, and he was "only sixteen. Only sixteen, parson, on my honor." "But what can I do?" queried the good man, sobering down. "I make my pastoral visits." "Pastoral visits!" responded Deacon Tubman. "Oh, yes, and they are all well enough for the old folks, but they ar'n't the kind of biscuit the young folks like--too heavy in the centre, and over-hard in the crust for young teeth, eh, parson?" "But what shall I do? what shall I do?" reiterated the parson, somewhat despondently. "Oh! put on your hat, and gloves, and warmest coat, and come along with me. We will see what the young folks are doing, and will make a day of it. Come! come! let the old books, and catechisms, and sermons, and tracts have a respite for once, and we'll spend the day out-of-doors, with the boys and girls and the people." "I'll do it!" exclaimed the parson. "Deacon Tubman, you are right. I do keep to my study too closely. I don't see enough of the world and what
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47  
48   49   50   51   52   >>  



Top keywords:

parson

 
sixteen
 
deacon
 

Tubman

 
twenty
 
Deacon
 
heartily
 

visits

 

responded

 

looked


thirty
 

Thirty

 

morning

 

queried

 
people
 
pastoral
 

exclaimed

 

sobering

 

Pastoral

 
frolic

bubbling
 

happiness

 

finger

 

closely

 
despondently
 

reiterated

 

warmest

 
gloves
 

biscuit

 
respite

sermons
 

catechisms

 

tracts

 

centre

 

winked

 
counting
 

rubbed

 

answered

 

executing

 
dealing

figures

 

solemnly

 

repeated

 

higher

 
circumstances
 

caught

 

infectious

 
roared
 

laughed

 

bright