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You don't happen to glimpse anything queer around here, do you, Bob?" and while speaking Frank, perhaps unconsciously, lowered his voice more or less. "Nary a thing," replied the other, breathing fast, as if to make up for lost time. "And I don't get any whiff of smoke, do you?" continued Frank. "Oh! you're thinking about that volcano business again, eh?" chuckled Bob. "Nothing doing, Frank.
The rest of us stuck to the ripe ones and we're all right." "Well, the unripe ones are sticking to me," groaned Hinpoha, unhappily. Mr. Bob laid his head on her knee with an air of sympathy. Where Hinpoha is concerned he never stops to think whether the sympathy is deserved or not.
"Well, son, after you've knocked around a while you'll find that every man is good for something somewhere. Only you can't put a square peg in a round hole." "How much longer will the high water last?" asked Bob. "Hard to say." "Well, I hope you get the logs out," Bob ventured. "Sure we'll get them out!" replied Welton confidently. "We'll get them out if we have to go spit in the creek!"
"He chased us away from there as though he was jealous of us and didn't want us around." "I daresay he didn't want yez," said Riley. "What's his name?" asked Bob. "I don't know," replied the sergeant. "Come on, Riley," laughed Mr. Cook, "you can't tell me that. Why I thought you knew every one in High Ridge to say nothing of your own force.
And we'll help you through with the other things." "You're all just bricks," said Bob, his fair skin flushing "only I begin to feel as if I were fed with a spoon. I can't always expect to have my work done for me." "You haven't shown much wish to leave it for anyone else," Jim said drily. "Neither you nor Tommy strikes this district as a loafer.
"Then Pop and Bob were right; and I never believed them, not for a moment. I thought you were too smart to stay caught in a trap like that. I thought you were so quick and keen to plan and were so full of ideas that you could get around any situation." Again she flung herself away from him and, with her face turned from him, stood looking out over the desert.
"'Tis very bad for her having this sort of thing going on, if 'tis to become chronic," I said. "And if Bob was a self-respecting man, as he claims to be, he wouldn't do it. I'm a good bit surprised at him." "She'd send him going if she didn't like it," declared Susan, and I reminded her that my sister had actually talked of doing so.
"One for you, Rector!" chuckled Bob Territon, who knew no reverence. The two girls departed somewhat scornfully, arm in arm, and the Rector too rose with a sigh, and accompanied the elder ladies to the house, whither they were going to meet the pony carriage that stood at the hall door. A daily drive was part of Mrs. Lane's ritual.
Ranny looked at him and thought how he would go in like a pillow if you prodded him, and of the jelly, the jelly on the floor, he would make if you pounded. "You've got to account to me for this," said Mercier. "Those rooms are let to me from the thirteenth, and on the thirteenth I come into them, or you pay me fifteen bob for the week's rent." "Have you got that down in black and white?"
"First of all, Anne and Bob must go and watch the fires, then unpack the panniers, and next make beds of the tips you know how, Anne?" "I've watched the school children at Bear Forks weave it, so I'm sure I can make them, too," replied Anne. "Good! You stick the little stem-ends under the soft fuzz of the others just laid.
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