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Kitty Collins, with her dress tucked about her so that she looked as if she had on a pair of calico trousers, was washing off the sidewalk. "Arrah you bad boy!" cried Kitty, leaning on the mop handle. "The Capen has jist been askin' for you. He's gone up town, now. It's a nate thing you done with my clothes-line, and, it's me you may thank for gettin' it out of the way before the Capen come down."
Presently, one of them turned around to me and said: "Is it Dave Dutton ye're askin' about?" "Yes," I replied, "that's his name." "Well, I think he's dead," said he. At this, I began to feel uneasy, and I could see that my wife shared my trouble. Then the other farmer spoke up. "I don't believe he's dead, Hiram," said he to his companion. "I heerd of him this spring.
"Man, I'm no askin' you your regimental number! Never heed that. It's your number in the squad I'm seeking. You numbered off frae the right five minutes syne." Ultimately it transpires that the culprit's number is ten. He is pushed into his place, in company with the other even numbers, and the squad finds itself approximately in fours. "Forrm two deep!" barks the instructor.
"But, boss, they ain't no two-mile races in thisyer part o' the country!" "Keep on, an' you'll talk yourself into a raw-hidin' yet, little black boy. I ain't askin' you to tell me 'bout the races on the jungle tracks. All you got to think about is can you handle as much hoss as this over a distance of ground.
"It were a leveller as you was a fair askin' an' a-pleading for, an' you got it!" "Is the lady stopping here to-night?" enquired Anthony. "She are, sir!" answered the postboy. "She am, sir!" answered the other, "an' because why, sir I'll tell ye true, if you won't go a-landin' me no more o' them one-er's " "Because 'is near 'orse cast a shoe, sir," explained the postboy.
"Sure, an' 'twas a leddy, sor, be the v'ice av her, askin' were ye in, and mesilf havin' seen ye go out no longer ago thin wan o'clock and yersilf sayin' not a worrud about comin' back at all at all, pwhat was I to be tellin' her, aven if ye were lyin' there on the dievan all unbeknownest to me, which the same mesilf can not " "Help!" pleaded the young man feebly, smiling.
No South can't ride inter Hixon, an' ride out again. The mail-carrier won't be down this way fer two days yit." "I'm not askin' any South to ride into Hixon. I recollect another time when Samson was the only one that would do that," she answered, still scornfully. "I didn't come here to ask favors. I came to give orders for him. A train leaves soon in the morning. My letter's goin' on that train."
"I can see a ramjam rush of the people away from the tub-squirt, right in the middle of it, to look at them autographs. I can see 'em askin' the band to stop playin' so that they can stand and meditate on them letters. It'll bust up the hoss-trot. Folks won't want to get away from them letters long enough to go down to the track. I wish I'd 'a' knowed this sooner, Pote Tate.
The black turned his head and whinnied feebly. "Listen to him callin' for help like a new-foaled colt," said the master, and went to Satan. The head of the stallion rested on his shoulder as they went slowly on. "Tonight," said the master, "you get two pieces of pone without askin'." The cold nose of the jealous wolf-dog thrust against his left hind. "You too, Bart. You showed us the way."
Bet there ain't a thing in this world I 'ain't done at least once, and most of 'em a whole lot more 'n that. An' now—look at me now! A long pause. “Ain't that a hell of a life, I'm askin' ya?” Another pause in which Kelly mentally reviewed his glowing past. He shook his head and smiled a sad smile. “If you could 'a' seen me ten years ago!”
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