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And when nothing would be happening I opened my two eyes, and it was not there, and then I looked round with just my head, and aw!" and a shudder went through the shepherd, and he gulped at his drink, "it was just at my own very shoulder grinning at me.
"Aw wight," said Toddie; and he immediately started the old air himself, with the words, "There liezh the whisky-bottle, empty on the sheff," but was suddenly brought to order by a shake from his aunt, while his uncle danced about the front parlor in an ecstasy not directly traceable to toothache. "That's not a Sunday song either, Toddie," said Mrs. Burton. "The words are real rowdyish.
They was no snow on th' groun' then, an' a heap more chance of someone comin'. They ain't no danger. An' ef Ah take th' gun, mebbe Ah c'n git a deer on th' way back. We need th' meat." The evangelist considered a moment. "Very well," he said; "but I would advise differently." "Aw, shucks!" retorted the other, struggling with his coat. A moment later, his irritation was increased.
His plight being observed through a knothole, his enemies climbed upon the fence and regarded him seriously. "Aw, YOU'RE all right, ain't you, old tree-mores?" inquired one.
Some fifteen minutes later, the boy Larry, stepping out of O'Rourke's, was swung to the wall in Soapy's grip. "Aw say, cheese it now! Is that you, Soapy?" "'S right, my bucko. Fork out that telegram quick!" "Aw, say, what yer mean 'n' say, Bud told me to hustle, 'n' say " "Dig it out quick!" said Soapy, the dangling cigarette glowing fiercely. "I want it see?"
"Kind of funny to find you and Doug eating together," said Charleton. "He should have given me a swift kick," agreed Douglas. "Instead, he fed me." "That's sound religion, isn't it?" asked Mr. Fowler, pouring Charleton a cup of coffee. "It's sound hospitality, anyhow," replied Charleton. "Aw, any one would admit Fowler lives up to his faith," expostulated Douglas.
All at once they heard him call out from around the corner of the barn, where he had gone to steal up on them, when it was their turn to be settlers: "Aw, now, Jake Milrace, that ain't fair! I'm an Indian, now. You let go my hair." "Who's touchin' your old hair?" Jake shouted back, from the inside of the barn. "You must be crazy. Hurry up, if you're ever goin' to attack us.
You are a man of really exceptional intelligence, Mr. Dingle." "Aw, check it with your hat, ma'am!" murmured Steve modestly. "Nix on the bouquets! I'm only a roughneck. But I fall for Miss Ruth, and there ain't many like Kirk, so I'd like to see them happy. It would sure get my goat the worst way to have the old man gum the game for them." "I cannot understand a word you say," said Mrs.
"Aw, steady up, man. There's naethin' much wrang wi' the lad a wee scratch on the heid frae fa'in' against the fence yonder." "Who 'it 'im, I say?" shouted Mr. Wigglesworth. "Was it you?" he added, squaring up to the young man. "No, it wasn't, Mr. Wigglesworth. It was me." Mr.
"Aw," said Cap'n Jacka again, and shut his mouth tight. Young Dick Hewitt's father had shares in the Company and money to buy votes beside. "What do'ee think?" asked Mr. Job, still slanting his eye down his nose. "I'll go home an' take my wife's opinion," said Cap'n Jacka. So when he got home he told it all to his funny little wife that he doted on like the apple of his one eye.
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