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"You ought to have seen Rache an' Suse cry when old Gray bid us good-by," said Tom that evening at home. "Did you cry?" asked Margaret. "Guess not! Glad school's out; an' I'm never goin' any more." "I wouldn't if I were you, bub," said Margaret; "you know enough now." She always called him "bub" when she wanted to vex him, "But old Gray, as you call him, will be somebody yet, see if he don't."
There was another cautious "Hello" outside, and when Bub again opened the door Dave ran swiftly within. He paid no attention to June. "I follered June back an' left my hoss in the bushes. There was three of 'em." He showed Bub a bullet hole through one sleeve and then he turned half contemptuously to June: "I hain't done it" adding grimly "not yit. He's as safe as you air.
Then Aunt said something to him in Italian, and he pulled a long nose at me behind Father's back, but I simply ignored it; little pig, and yet he's my cousin! Kamillo is supposed to have been just as impudent as Bub. But we have never seen him, for he has been in Japan as an ensign for the last two years.
The boys took their shoes in their hands, and stole out in their stocking feet. As they passed the door of the room in which Mr. and Mrs. Barton slept, they heard the deep breathing of both, and knew that they were not likely to be heard. Outside the door they put on their shoes, and were now ready to start. "Wait a minute, bub," said Abner.
I tarried at the looking-glass hoping that Aunt Deel would give me a chance modestly to show my uncle what I had done. But the talk about interest and mortgages continued. I went to my uncle and tried to whisper in his ear a hint that he had better go and look into the wood-shed. He stopped me before I had begun by saying: "Don't bother me now, Bub.
"Breakfast, Bub this is the 'tother end of the day," Clenk explained, preparing to broil slices of meat on the coals. There was soon a johnny-cake baked on a board set up before the flames, but the pork was evidently a new proposition to the small captive, and although he eyed it greedily he could make no compact with it.
Why not just tell me?" "You explained why." "Overwhelming? Are you that terrific?" "I'm a humdinger, Bub. Think you can stand it now?" "I think the full blast would be better than any more of your 'gentle' hints." "That's what you think." Come now, the first shock had been fairly neatly delivered and fielded after all, the concept of difference proposed, established and accepted. "Well, here goes.
Reynolds would have been shocked had he known that his little son was compelled to sleep on a pile of hay, but it may truthfully be said that Herbert had seldom slept as soundly or felt more refreshed. "How did you sleep, Abner?" he asked. "Like a top. How was it with you, bub?" "I didn't wake up all night," answered the little boy.
Something snapped like a toy-pistol and Bub howled. A little brown hand had whacked him across the mouth, and the girl flashed indoors without a word. Bub got to his feet howling with pain and rage and started after her, but the old man caught him: "Set down, boy! Sarved you right fer blabbin' things that hain't yo' business." He shook with laughter. Jealousy!
Neither Bub Quinn nor Joe Keith was included this time among those admonished to "get on the floor and dance," and Lem, thankful for the respite, stepped out on the piazza, where a group of men were lounging and smoking. The air outside was sharp and invigorating; the moon was full, and in its cold, clear light the Peak glimmered white and ghostly.
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