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Me an' Haines was in the upstairs room an' about suppertime up came a feller an' told us that Tex Calder had jest come into the dinin'-room. That was all. Did Whistlin' Dan get Lee from behind?" "He got him from the front. He beat Lee to the draw so bad that Haines hardly got his gun out of its leather!" "The feller that told you that lied," said Silent.
"Now, don't stand there lookin' on; just fly round and do somethin'. I don't believe but the dinin'-room needs dustin'. You find somethin' and dust the dinin'-room real nice, while I get the breakfast." Maria obeyed, but she did that numbly, without any realization of the task. The morning wore on. The doctors, one at a time came down, and the nurse came down, and they ate a hearty breakfast.
When he's done that Mallory pockets the pad, leads the Baron back to his friends, shakes hands with him, motions to me, and pikes for the elevator. The last glimpse I has of Kazedky, he's bein' pulled into the private dinin'-room, with that half a roll stickin' out of his face like a bung in a beer keg. "Well, Torchy," says Mallory to me, as the car starts down, "I got it!" "Got what!" says I.
The old man heaved a sigh, and returned to his paper. Maria followed the captain. "John," said she, speaking in a low voice, "wouldn't you rather come into the dinin'-room? He's a little bit hard of hearin', but if you don't want him to hear anything he'll take in every word of it." "Maria Port," said the captain, speaking in a strong, upper-deck voice, "what I have to say I'll say here.
They grinned broadly as I came out, and opened the door of the chair for me. "Dis way fo' de dinin'-room, sah," said one of them, showing a set of ivory teeth that dazzled my eyes. I thanked him and entered the chair. When I was seated, I turned to the little chap. "What particular god do you happen to be, Sambo?" I asked.
You know a house may be full o' livin' children, but if there's one dead, a mother'll see its face and hear its voice above all the others, and that's the way with my lost flowers. No matter how many roses and chrysanthemums I have, I keep seein' Old Lady Elrod's yeller roses danglin' from Miss Penelope's gyirdle, and that bed o' pink chrysanthemums under Dr. Pendleton's dinin'-room windows."
He kept callin' f'r things till finally I had to take a pillow and go down on the dinin'-room lounge to keep from bein' woke up any more." "Do you think he's " "No, I don't think he's worse; not 'nless wakin' up 'n' askin' f'r things jus' to be aggravatin' is worse. If it is, then he is too. But, lor, there ain't no manner o' use in talkin' o' father! A watched pot never boils!
A lantern, which could be uncovered or concealed in a moment, enabled them to see their way. "That's the dinin'-room door," whispered the Badger. "Hist! haud yer jaw," muttered Swankie; "I ken that as weel as you." Opening the door, they entered and found the plate-chest under the sideboard.
"Why, last summer I was eatin' three meals a day next to my first cousin and didn't know it." "Look!" said Mrs. Blondheim. "There's those made-up Rosenstein goils comin' out of the dinin'-room. Look at the agony they put on, would you! I knew 'em when they were livin' over their hair-store on Twenty-thoid Street. I wonder where my Bella is!"
"Didn't I? And wan't I behind de dinin'-room door dat bery day? and didn't I see de General pass his plate three times for some more dat bery pie? and, says he, 'You must have an uncommon cook, Mrs. Shelby. Lor! I was fit to split myself. "And de Gineral, he knows what cookin' is," said Aunt Chloe, drawing herself up with an air. "Bery nice man, de Gineral!