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If we were to kick you from here to Cork, you'd forgive all that, so that we still allowed you to go on with your trade. I wonder how much money you've had from him altogether?" "What does the money signify? What does the money signify?" said Mrs. Jones, still wagging her head beneath her apron. "Why didn't Sir Thomas go on paying it, and then my lady need know nothing about it?"
But such Mahometan detractors of the Negro character are extremely rare. The greatest champion of this class was a slave-dealer, and, indeed, it is a convenient opinion for men-stealers of every nation. The Moors have a primitive way of making a draught-board. A person of the town brought an apron full of sand.
He would wear a flour-sack apron, naturally, and would be tall and lean, or else very fat. He would be a comedy character, but she hoped he would not be the grouchy kind, which, though very funny when he rampages around on the screen, might be rather uncomfortable to meet when one is tired and hungry and out of sorts. But of course the crankiest of comedy cooks would be decently civil to her.
A coarse blue blouse, and heavy leggings, and a leathern apron, took the place of the costly clothing which he had worn in his father's dwelling. His feet were incased in awkward wooden shoes, and his head was covered with a wolf-skin cap.
"Why, you go down there like a whole parade and a gorgeous pageant rolled into one, in feathers and paint and diamond boulders in your ears and you come out of it in a gingham apron and coy sunbonnet as sweet sixteen." "Oh!" said Helena and her eyes were on the curl of smoke from her cigarette again.
The sheep sensed the approaching storm, and started up the gulch to their place of shelter under a protecting rim rock close to the peak. When they were no longer there to watch and think about, Bruce's thoughts rambled from one subject to another, as do the minds of lonely persons. While the water and sand were flowing evenly over the apron he fell to wishing he had a potato.
With a vague recollection of a certain poultice applied to a boil on his father's neck, he collected a quantity of soft moss and dried yerba buena leaves, and with the aid of his check apron and of one of his torn suspenders tightly wound round the whole mass, achieved a bandage of such elephantine proportions that he could scarcely move with it.
"Who's that at the gate, Willie?" called Celestina from the kitchen. "What?" "There's somebody at the gate in a big red automobile. She's comin' in. You go an' see what she wants, 'cause my apron ain't fresh. Likely she's lost her way or else is huntin' board." Although Willie shuffled obediently into the hall he was not in time to prevent the sonorous peal of the bell.
The cab drew in, stopped, and threw the divisions of its apron wide, like two black hands extended in cordial welcome. The Lieutenant-Governor turned to his companion. "Get in," he said. "I want to have a talk with you." The drive of a mile and more from Bradbury Avenue to Barclay's quarters in the new bachelor apartment-house "Rockingham" was accomplished without the exchange of a word.
She had performed her job, and now she rolled down her sleeves, took off her apron, and put on her bonnet. Philip asked her how much he owed her. "Well, sir, some give me two and sixpence and some give me five shillings." Philip was ashamed to give her less than the larger sum.
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