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Don't eat so much, Butterface, else bu'stin' will surely be your doom." "Your picture is perhaps a little overdrawn, Ben," rejoined Alf with a smile.
"Bot," he continued, "it vould be worth vile to try. Possiblement de bu'stin' of de gun in his troat might do ver vell. It vould give him con con vat you call him? De ting vat leetil chile have?" "Contrariness," said Victor. "Contradictiousness," suggested Ian; "they're both good long words, after your own heart." "Non, non! Con convulsions, dat is it. Anyhow it vould injure his digestiveness."
"I know as well as you do maybe better that there's a heap o' telegraph-wires rove about the world like great spiders' webs, and that there are steamboats hummin' an' buzzin' ay, an' bu'stin' too all over the ocean, like huge wasps, an' a pretty mess they make of it too among them!
Phinney. "Wait," continued her husband. "I must have stood there twenty minutes when I heard somebody hurryin' down the Boulevard. 'Twas Cornelius Rowe, all red-faced and het up, but bu'stin' with news. "''Lo, Sim! says he to me. 'Is Cap'n Sol home? Does he know? "'Know? Know what?" says I. "'Why, the trick Mr. Williams put up on him? Hey? You ain't heard? Well, Mr.
He ain't bu'sted yet. `Hasn't he? cried Samson. `Hasn't he gone on eatin' till he bu'sted out larfin? We was real mad at 'im, for a' course that wasn't the kind o' bu'stin we meant; and the end of it was, that we spent the most o' that night disputin' the pint whether Samson had lost or won.
"Well, you 've got a kind of high-toned way of talking," she explained. "I don't mind the way you talk, though, using big words and all that. That ain't none of our business, I tell the girls; but you do walk so funny and stand so funny, that it is all I can do to keep from bu'stin' out laughing to see you.
Accordingly, rigged out, as he expressed it, in a well-mended and brushed pilot-cloth coat; a round blue-cloth cap; a pair of trousers to match, and a pair of new shoes, Billy found himself speeding towards the great city with what he styled "a stiff breakfast under hatches, four or five shillings in the locker, an' a bu'stin' heart beneath his veskit."
She says maybe Elijah'll go over two hundred an' fifty hisself some day, an' if he does he'll know as it's no joke. She bu'st her rocker last night when she read what he said about her, an' she says bu'stin' a rocker ought to show better than any words how mad it made her. My, she says, but she was mad!
On he went until he'd finished a small leg o' pork, two wild-ducks, six plover, eight mugs o' tea, an' fifteen hard-boiled eggs. But there was no sign o' bu'stin'. Glutton was as slim to look at as before he began. At this pint Samson got up an' went out o' the hut.
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