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To discover the truth Simms resorted to a ruse, for he knew that were he to ask Harding outright if the girl were his daughter the chances were more than even that the old man would suspect something of the nature of their visit and deny her identity. "Who is that woman you have on board here?" he cried in an accusing tone of voice. "That's what we're a-here to find out."
On one point, however, Rebecca could not refrain from expostulating. "Look a-here, Phoebe," she said, in a scandalized voice, as she rose and faced her sister, "ain't you goin' to put on somethin' over your chest? That ain't decent the way you've got yerself fixed now!" "Nonsense!" cried Phoebe, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Wouldst have me cover my breast like a married woman!
Now, look a-here, Keith Burton, you're young. You've got a chance. Do you see to it that you make good. An' it's books that will help you do it." "But books won't help me paint, Susan." "They will, too. "Then you won't ask dad?" "Indeed, I won't." "But I don't see how books " With a long sigh Keith turned away. In the studio the next morning he faced his father.
These people seemed to find something fundamentally irregular in her behavior. What could it be? The situation was intolerable, and she set to work in her straightforward, energetic way to bring it to an end. Stepping briskly up to the astonished Earl of Nottingham, she planted herself firmly before him, turning her back upon Elizabeth. "Now look a-here, Mr.
One day, when a special agent of wide experience happened to be visiting the post-office, Seth received a letter, the perusal of which threw him into a frenzy of excitement. "What is the matter?" inquired the postmaster. "You seem to have good news." "Look a-here," replied Seth, holding forth the missive in his shriveled and bony fingers, "for nigh on to sixty-five year, Mr.
I had been sound asleep. A guard came in with water and a pot of stewed beef and potatoes. "Thet air's all right," said D'ri, dipping into it with a spoon. We ate with a fine relish, the guard, a sullen, silent man with a rough voice that came out of a bristling mustache, standing by the door. "Luk a-here," said D'ri to the guard as we finished eating, "I want t' ast you a question.
"Look a-here," he said, "don't you get flip when you meet your father. He's come a long ways to see you, and I'm damned if he shan't see you right. Remember you're stoppin' at my house as long as the old man stays, and if you make a break while he's here I'll spoil your mug for you. Bring him along, boys." Zach had started in for a Christmas celebration, but they took him into an empty room.
"Damn that 'Dismal Jimmy' owl!" he ejaculated testily, in a low tone "an' thim ki-oots! . . . beggars all seem to be givin' us th' ha! ha! as if they knew. P'raps he has beat ut on us afther all? . . . 'Tis harrd tu say we cannot shpot a glim from this side winders all face east. Now! luk a-here, all av yez!"
But with the young criminals he took much pains, giving money where it would do good, and advice whether it would do good or not. Among the first to come to him was Kid Shannon. "Now look a-here," said the Kid, "I bin good and bad by turns till I don't know which side is top side. But this minute I'm good d'you get me? If you want to jail me you kin do it, nobody easier; but don't do it!
When they had finished eating they lay down in the straw, smoking short, stubby pipes and chatting with one another. "Now, then, look a-here, Jem," one of them remarked, "you wouldn't see me tramping around in this kind of weather if it wasn't that there was a chanct to get something out of it." "Don't I tell you what's at the end of it, Dan?" retorted the other.
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