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"What's your plan?" interrupted Kris Kringle. "See that hole in the roof up there?" Tad pointed. They had not seen it before, but they did now. A light suddenly dawned upon Kris Kringle. "Boy, you are the only level-headed one in the outfit. You would have made a corking Indian fighter." "I'm the Indian fighter," chimed in Stacy.
He meant to put down 500, and thought that he was right! Having completed his task, he folded up the letter carefully, and addressed it to "Mrs Gaff, sailor's wife, The Cove, England." Then he inserted it into the empty bottle to which reference has been made, and corking it up tight committed it to the waves with an earnest prayer for its safe arrival at its destination.
"There was a corking article in it on municipal corruption, comparing San Francisco, New York and Pittsburg as to graft, police efficiency and so on. They say Pittsburg spends two million dollars a year " "My upper legs is going barefoot." Catherine lifted her eyes with a flash of pleasure. Elsmere Swinburne was the occasional relief from his big brother's monotony.
I was a little owly about dinner, though, because soon afterward it would be train time. But I needn't have been. My family certainly is the gamest crowd I ever saw. Even Grandfather, who takes things rather seriously as a rule, told a couple of corking stories, and Grandmother laughed at them in a perfectly natural way, though I couldn't help suspecting her of bluffing.
"And that sure was a joke on Tom Fairfield and his crowd," added a voice. "A corking good joke!" There was more laughter and talk, and in the next room to the jolly party sat Tom, looking at his friend Bruce in wonder. "Well?" asked Bruce questioningly, after a pause. "What do you think of my experiment, Tom?" "Is this it?" "It is.
It makes me very much mortified when I think what a corking good time I am having and what sanctimonious martyr's airs I put on about coming down here. I am somebody here and every time I say 'Dr. Martin' to a well-educated Negro physician whom another white man has just hailed as 'Andy' I feel not only a real sense of righteous satisfaction but the joyful mischievous fun that a small boy has.
"It seems to be perfectly just," the girl answered, rather lifelessly. But immediately she laughed. "Don't look so awful, Peter. In the first place, Cherry and I still have the house. In the second place, I am singing at St. Raphael's for five hundred a year, and singing other places now and then." "Alix, aren't you corking!" he said, with his pleasantest smile. "Am I?" she asked, smiling.
"Corking kid," said the owner of the eyes to himself. His name was Maxwell Sears. He was not in the least like Murray Flint. He was from the Middle West, he was red-blooded, and he cared nothing for the past. He held it as a rather negligible honor that he had a Declaration-signing ancestor.
Where do you get all your electric lights? Where do you get fancy plumbing in this wilderness?" "Our own plant," explained the boy proudly. "Isn't that corking water? Look at it heavenly cold and clear, or hot as hell, whichever way you're inclined " turning on a silver spigot chiselled like a cherub. "That water comes from Cloudy Lake, up there on that dome-shaped mountain.
He never could become quite accustomed to the vast scale on which Cardross undertook things. "That will make a corking preserve," he said. "What do you suppose is in there now?" "Some bears and deer, a few lynx, perhaps one or two panthers. The boar will hold their own if they can stand the summer and I'm sure they can. The alligators, no doubt, will get some of their young when they breed.