“Fust he’d work the hoe with them long arms er his’n ’til the weeds an’ dirt flew like Hail Columby, and ye’d think he’d got goin’ an’ couldn’t halt, when all to onct he’d stop as ef somethin’d bit him, an’ he’d drop the hoe and begin ter gesticerlate and spaout like a preacher.

“Pooty soon he’d make a grab fer the hoe, and agin the dirt would fly like all fury.  Next thing ye knew, daown’d go the hoe agin, and up would go his arms, a sawin’ the air like a windmill, an’ there he’d be a spaoutin’ an’ a elocutin’ fit ter kill.  Who but Timotheus would ever think of combinin’ hoein’ an’ elocutin’?  I tell ye, he’s the most possessed of ’rig’nal’ty of any pusson I ever seen.”

“I wonder someone don’t think he’s a reg’lar loony, a carryin’ on like that,” muttered Joel, filled with jealousy and disgust.

Old Mr. Simpkins was deaf, and Joel’s muttered remark passed unnoticed.

“He ain’t one er them fellers that can’t do but one thing to a time.  T’other day I axed him ter bring two pail er water inter the barn, and away he went ter git ’em.  Anybody’d think a pail er water in each hand oughter held him daown, but no sir, that feller came across the door-yard, both pails full, an’ his head in the air, his maouth wide open, and the elocutin’ a goin’ on continoous.”

“Ef I thought fer a moment that edication would make any er my children act like that, I vaow I’d keep ’em outer school fer one while,” said a farmer who had recently arrived in the village, and roars of laughter followed this remark.

As he was deaf, old Mr. Simpkins failed to catch the meaning of the hilarity, so he construed it as it pleased him to, and when the laughter had subsided, said,

“I don’t wonder ye laugh, ye didn’t see him er doin’ it, so ye don’t know haow he looked, but I tell ye ’twas a grand sight ter see a young feller so eloquent that nothin’ on airth could stop him.”

“Must ’a been a ’stonishing sight,” agreed Mr. Jenks, “but naow, friends, we’ve talked fer quite a spell on one thing or another, an we ain’t much nigher ter settlin’ the question of a bigger schoolroom than when we started.

“Naow instead er hagglin’ ’baout it, I b’lieve we’d better have a committee meetin’ called, and a reg’lar vote taken, an’ I say right here and naow, that I shall vote fer better quarters fer the school an’ I’ll ‘gree, as I said, ter put my hand right in my pocket an’ give the thing a start.

“Nathan Lawton gave the use of his best room fer a schoolroom last year, an’ ‘twas kind an’ generous fer him ter do it, but the village has been growin’ just amazin’, an’ this year shows a bigger list of inhabitants, an’ it ’pears as if most of the new comers had a family er children, so something’s got ter be done ’baout that school buildin’.”

“Good fer ye,” squeaked old Nate Burnham, “an’ I wish ye luck at the meetin’.”

The village gossip was not monopolized by the frequenters of Barnes’ store.  Indeed it seemed as if the place had taken on new life and ambition, and if at any corner or turn of the road one chose to listen, he could often hear a few stray bits of conversation in regard to the interests which lay nearest to the hearts of the various newsmongers.