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Where could Benny be, unless at the bottom of the Sound? 'Bijah in his search had already been to Mr. Briggs' store to inquire for Benny, and in starting to go there again, he met Mr. Briggs coming home. He and 'Bijah discussed the possibilities and probabilities of Benny's case, and Mr.
He put his chubby hands over her eyes quickly, laughing. "Don't look, Charley! don't! Benny's played you a trick now, I tell you!" pulling her towards the fire. "Now look! Not Benny's stocking: Charley's, I guess." The girl sat down on the cricket, holding him on her lap, playing with the blocks, as much of a child as he. "Why, Bud!
The Indians near the house of Benny's father must have liked the boy. They showed him how to make red and yellow colors for himself. He got some of his mother's indigo to make blue. He now had red, yellow, and blue. By mixing these three, the other colors that he wanted could be made. But he had no brush to paint with. He took some long hairs from the cat's tail. Of these he made his brushes.
They yelled at Geordie, blushing and dishevelled from Benny's embrace. They yelled at Connell, standing modestly by, with his set lips twitching, his eyes filling fast. They yelled at their colonel, now smilingly backing away.
"The last time I heard you sing, Vesty, you put your hands on Uncle Benny's poor, confused head and soothed and guided him. Who was there to help or guide you, motherless child, confused and lost?" "Could you have seen the way?" How she entreated me! "No one sees the way. But a broken heart and a life misguided and lost though it be given." She looked up, dim, again.
He was about hanging it up, when Benny Wright appeared, and claimed it as his property. Had Oscar known that the cap was Benny's, he would not have made a foot-ball of it. He remembered the kind epistle he received, when sick, and the amusement it afforded him, when amusements were scarce.
I don't know how I thought this would be useful in hurrying matters, for Benny's tea and mine were very soon taken, and were very insignificant fractions of the general business. There were kerosene lamps on the table, and everything was served in the plainest manner, but the cooking was really good, and it was evident that the tired woman had been on her feet all her life to some purpose.
Her heart beat hard as they took their way across to the island. The island is really no island at all, but a lonely, lovely portion of Still Harbor, between Benny's home and Grandma Potter's, which by means of a small inlet and a little creek, and one watery thing and another, is so nearly surrounded by water as to feel justified in calling itself an island.
"'Peter Benny's words, maybe I should have said: but 'education in a nutshell' was the expression." "I'll take you up when and where you please, and for any money," Cai challenged, white to the lips and shaking with rage. "A five-pound note, if you will." "As you please. . . . I haven't five pound here, upon me." "Nor I, as it happens. But here's a sovereign for earnest."
He married Benny Hingston's sister. Benny's wife died, and he lives with them." "And there ain't a better man in the whole of Leatherwood than Joey Billin's, as we always call him," Mrs. Braile put in. "He was the best boy anywhere, and he's the best man." "Well, it's likely to come out that way, sometimes," the Squire said with tender irony. "And you can't say," Mrs.
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