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It don't lack much of being a dish rag, now, if I'm any judge. Now! Great Scott!" He held it at arm's length and regarded it derisively. "Well, it was new two years ago," explained Chip, making an ineffectual grab at it. Cal threw it to him and came and sat down upon his heels to peer over Chip's arm at the magazine.

Should the tree fall towards the west, it would be the worst possible omen for the house and its inmates in the ensuing year; and it is also an evil omen if the tree should be caught and stopped in its fall by another tree. It is important to keep and carry home the first chip from the fallen oak. The trunk is sawn into two or three logs, one of them rather longer than the others.

Leading Peterson back across the yard about fifty feet, Johnny handed the rag to Peterson. "Smell it," he said. "I put a little kerosene on it so it would burn when it goes through the air." Peterson nodded. "You much of a fisherman?" Johnny asked. "I can drop a fly on a floating chip at fifty yards," the physicist said proudly. Johnny handed him the rod and reel.

Neither manifested the least disposition to retreat. It was evident that their battle-cry was Conquer or die. What is the allusion? I should not have wondered by this time to find that they had their respective musical bands stationed on some eminent chip, and playing their national airs the while, to excite the slow and cheer the dying combatants.

This is the full tale, monsieur, for I have already mentioned the Second Battle of Ypres, in which those Huns first nearly stifled me with asphyxiating gas, and then took this chip out of my chin with a bullet." "And you would repay that same chip, my friend?", laughed the officer. "Bien! You may say that, Monsieur le Capitaine repay it a hundredfold if I am able."

I simply yielded to Mr. Bland, as I do in everything. The only stipulation I made was that she should call us uncle and aunt. I couldn't bear to be called mother by a child who wasn't my own; but Mr. Bland is so odd that he wouldn't have cared. I dare say you've noticed how odd he is." Chip could see that Bland might be odd from his wife's point of view.

I heard a series of chips, which might have been the cries of a chicken, but which, it appeared, did proceed from a phoebe, who, as I looked up, was just in the act of quitting his perch on the ridge-pole of a barn. He rose for perhaps thirty feet, not spirally, but in a zigzag course, like a horse climbing a hill with a heavy load, all the time calling, chip, chip, chip.

Once she saw Chip's face turned inquiringly toward the window, and telegraphed her state of mind while Mrs. Denson's back was turned so eloquently that Chip was swept at once into sympathetic good-fellowship. He arranged the cushion on the front seat significantly, and was rewarded by an emphatic, though furtive, nod and smile.

It is now a punishable crime on Cape Cod to destroy beach grass. This refers to more than stump speech-making. The old Romans drove through solid rock numerous tunnels similar to the one for draining Lago de Celano, fifty miles east of Rome. This one was three and a half miles long, through solid rock, and every chip cost a blow of a human arm to dislodge it. Of course the process was very slow.

But, presently, he emitted another chuckling laugh; and said: "That was a sharp stroke of hers to have the ten millions paid over to her. It was worthy of her old dad; eh? She is a bright one, all right. She's a chip off the old block, my boy. I couldn't have done it better, myself." "Damn you!"