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"I'd love it," she said, burying her hot cheeks in the little space between Leroy's fluffy crown and the collar of his soggy little double gown. "I love 'em, too," Mabel agreed. "But they cert'ny do tie you down. Dette was the same way only I sort of forgot it." "If this salary was going to keep up, I'd like a dozen of 'em!" Martie smiled. "Well, Wallace ought to do well," Mabel conceded.
"You needn't hurt a person's feelings by being so harsh." Mrs. Thomas's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, jus' take in Mr. Seagreave," she whispered; "I haven't seen him look at a lady that way yet." "Cert'ny not at you. He ain't seem' no miner's wives," returned Mrs. Nitschkan cruelly. "Father," cried Pearl joyously to Gallito, "I have lost nothing. I am not even tired, nor stiff.
"Cert'ny, sir, but er " "I said send him here." "Yes, sir. Who, sir?" "Mr Samuel, you blockhead. Didn't you hear what I said?" "Yes, sir; but Mr Samuel's not in the office, sir." "Bah!" ejaculated his employer; and Pringle made his escape. Ten minutes later Sam entered the place, and the clerk whispered to him sharply "Gov'nor wants you, sir. Awful temper, sir." "Oh, is he?" said Sam sullenly.
His teeth began to chatter like castanets, and snatching his jug of corn whiskey he swallowed great draughts. "We des tink you orter know 'bout dis," said Jute. "Cert'ny," cried Perkins in his sudden flame of false courage. "I'll light a lantern and take twenty o' you hands round that place. Ef thar's a cuss yonder makin' this 'sturbance we'll roast 'im alive."
"Cook, you leave at a month's end," cried Mrs Brandon. "Oh, Sam, Sam, speak to your broken-hearted mother." "Cert'ny, mum, and very glad to go," said cook, who was working herself up into a passion. "To-night if you like. No, I won't; I'll go now, as soon as I've packed my boxes; and if Mary's the girl I take her for, she'll go too, and not stand here sweeping up your nasty old china."
She did it beautifully, and Mrs. Fortescue kissed the girl's glowing cheek when the music was through. Kettle, who was himself a fiddler, at that moment poked his head in at the door. He had a fellow artist's jealousy of Neroda but he was forced by his artistic conscience to say: "Lord, Miss 'Nita, you cert'ny kin make a fiddle talk!" It was noon before the lesson was over and Neroda left.
"Yes, I see, David," said Tom, nodding his head. "It's him as has got the friends the young accident not Pete. Say, Master Tom?" "Yes." "If Pete Warboys dies " "Hush! don't talk about it," cried Tom in horror. "Oh, cert'ny not, sir, if you don't wish me to. May I talk about the dog?"
I had to learn that girl that'd corraled Jack that a pretty face and ruffled petticoats may catch a man, but they can't always hold him." "What can hold 'em?" interrupted Mrs. Thomas, sighing heavily. "Not always vittles, and cert'ny not a loving heart." Mrs. Nitschkan snapped her book impatiently.
Miss Margery sighed, but she knew it was useless to argue the matter, so she only answered reprovingly, "I fear you have wasted money, Mrs. Callahan. A neighbor told me you had been off with the children on an excursion." When Mrs. Callahan dimpled and chuckled as she did now, she looked like Peggy's older sister. "Peg told me Mrs. Flannagan went to you with that tale. I cert'ny did fool her.
"There!" he panted, desisting finally. "NOW I reckon you know whether I been up there or not!" Herman rubbed his smitten cheek. "Pow!" he exclaimed. "Pow-ee! You cert'ny did lan' me good one NAT time! Oo-ee! she HURT!" "You'll get hurt worse'n that," Penrod assured him, "if you stay around here much. Rupe Collins is comin' this afternoon, he said.
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