United States or Saudi Arabia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
How do you do, Mr. Pulcifer?" This placidity seemed to shut off Raish's breath for the moment, but it returned in full supply. "How do I DO!" he repeated. "Well, I ain't what you'd call fust-rate, I'd say. I'm pretty darn sick, if anybody should ask you. I've had enough to make me sick. Say, look here, Bangs! What kind of a game is this you've been puttin' over on me hey?... Hey?"
"The ghost that is common to Scotch castles and English manor-houses, and that appears in an orthodox night-gown, sighs, screams, rattles chains and bangs doors ad libitum. No, no! That kind of ghost is composed of indigestion, aided by rats and a gust of wind.
The Madonna above was completely in the shade. So he lighted the chandelier above and sat down again, hoping that no friend, either of his own or of Mr. Bangs, would interrupt him. The desk was open at his feet. The package of letters lay near him on the table. He placed his hand upon them, but let it rest there. The hour had not quite arrived when he would read them.
"We are ready. Now, hurry up and get on your porter's apron in time for the next wagon of trunks. Pray, call us when you are about to shoulder one!" which turned the laugh on the muscular member of the group. "I think I'd rather be parlor maid," sweetly chimed in a little blonde beauty, with fluffy bangs. "Suits you to a T," was the gallant response from the younger men.
If ever there was a man in immediate danger of apoplexy, Bangs is that man." It was after dinner when Mr. Bixby lighted his drop-light and sat down before the fire. He pushed an ottoman in front of him, on which to rest his feet, which he had comfortably encased in his slippers. But the shadows in his new room did not please him. He could hardly see the clock on the mantel.
She raised her delicate eyebrows in a most exasperating well-bred, admonitory way. "I am quite sure, Mr. Smart, that Dillingham is a perfectly trustworthy detective, and " "But why take the slightest risk?" "It is necessary for me to see Dillingham, that is the long and short of it," she said coldly. "One can't discuss things over a telephone, you know. Mr. Bangs understands. And, by the way, Mr.
Parker Bangs, she is not middle-aged, because she is an American, and no American is ever middle-aged. And she is only depressed because, even after painting her lovely niece's portrait, Garth Dalmain has failed to propose to her.
"John, for thunder sakes " "Better escape contagion while you can, Captain. Unclean! Unclean!" "Aw, belay, John! I don't feel like jokin'. What you've got to tell me now is that it ain't so. You ain't goin' to to try to to " His friend interrupted. "Captain Bangs," he said, sharply, "this is a practical world we live in.
Arty, "to think of the old goats that men put up for candidates when they know they're solemn old fools! I'd just like to get out and vote my head off." "Well, I think the woman's place is in the home," sniffed Miss Proudfoot, decisively, tucking away a doily she was finishing for the Women's Exchange and jabbing at her bangs.
Wagtail," he exclaimed, "the cabin is full of water we are sinking! Ah! it is deuced hard to be drowned in this puddle, like potatoes in a tub." "Captain, captain," cried Bangs, looking over the side of his bed, "did you ever see the like of that? There, just under your light look at it; why it's a bird's nest, with a thrush in it, swimming about."
Word Of The Day