I eat three sasserful myself."
"I beat you on that," said Abner; "I eat a sasserful of each kind."
As Abner finished speaking he emptied his glass and then reached forward
for the bottle in order to replenish it. Strout's glass was also empty,
and being much nearer to the bottle than Abner was, he had it in his
possession before Abner could reach it. When he put it down again it was
beyond his companion's reach. Abner turned some molasses into has
tumbler, and then said, "Don't you think 'twas purty plucky of that city
feller to come to our party to-night?"
"No, I don't," said Strout, "he jest sneaked in with 'Zeke Pettengill
and his sister. He'll find out that I'm no slouch here in Eastborough.
When I marry the Deacon's daughter and git the Deacon's money, and am
elected tax collector agin, and buy the grocery store, and I'm app'inted
postmaster at Mason's Corner, he'll diskiver that it's harder fightin'
facts like them than it is Bob Wood's fists. I kinder reckon there won't
be anybody that won't take off their hats to me, and there won't be any
doubts as to who runs this 'ere town.
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