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Her eyes narrowed, and she laughed shortly. "Oh, I dunno," drawled Blanche LeHaye. "I wouldn't go's far's that, kid. Say, when I was your age I didn't plan to be no bum burlesquer neither. I was going to be an actress, with a farm on Long Island, like the rest of 'em. Every real actress has got a farm on Long Island, if it's only there in the mind of the press agent.
Git up, Sim," said Wid, irritated beyond expression. "It's after ten o'clock." His words cut through the somewhat pachydermatous sensibilities of Sim Gage, who frowned a trifle as, after a due pause, he crawled out and sat down and reached for his broken boots. "Well, I dunno as it's anybody's damn business whether I git up a-tall or not, except my own," said he.
"I dunno. I guess not," Ward muttered confusedly. "Well, I'll go out and find some sage, then, and give you sage tea. That's another cure-all. Say, Ward, I saw Rattler down the creek. He's looking fine and dandy. He came whinnying down out of that draw, to meet us; just tickled to death to see somebody." "Don't blame him," croaked Ward. "It's enough to tickle anybody."
Hit that there girt ozebird over's back wi' the broomstick, he be robbing of my young zow. Choog, choog, choog! and a drap more left in the dripping-pail. Surely I am as good as a pig. 'Dunno as thee be, Jan. No straikiness in thy bakkon. And now I come to think of it, Jan, thee zed, a wake agone last Vriday, as how I had got a girt be-ard. Wull 'e stick to that now, Maister Jan?
The barn burned as if lighted at every corner. "Are there any cows or horses in it?" panted Mrs. Babcock. "Oh, ain't it dreadful? Are there any, Mis' Field?" "I dunno," said Mrs. Field. She stood like a grim statue, the red light of the fire in her face. Lois was sobbing. Mrs. Green had put an arm around her. "Don't, Lois, don't," she kept saying, in a solemn, agitated voice.
What sort of a looking man is he?" "I I dunno. He's a big man." "You lie! You know he's a medium-sized man!" "He's a medium-sized man." "A dark man?" "Yes, a dark man." "And you know Mrs. Goober, the music teacher?" "Yes, I know her." "And you've been to her house?" "Yes, I've been to her house." "Where is their house?" "I dunno that is " "It's on Fourth Street?" "Yes, it's on Fourth Street."
"Sometimes I'm that yearning for a smoke I'm nearly crazy, an' I dunno which is worst, dyin' one way or another. This is Gates' cell the best in the shop." He unlocked the door, and called: "Here's visitors, Tom." "Thank you, Mr. Markham," replied a quiet voice, as a young man came forward from the dim interior of the cell. "How are you feeling, today?"
Breathlessly Bessie told him what had happened, and of Zara's escape from Farmer Weeks, while Zara interrupted constantly to supply some detail her chum had forgotten. "Well, by gravy, I dunno what to say!" said Paw Hoover, scratching his head and looking at them with puzzled eyes. "I don't like Silas Weeks never did! I'd hate to have a girl of mine bound over to him that I would!
"Isn't she rather old?" inquired one whose manners were not learned of Lord Chesterfield. "I dunno," he replied; "she's hearn it thunder enough not to be skeered, an' she's had the measles an' the whoopin' cough, an' the chicken pox, an' the mumps, an' got through with her nonsense." Jim had a weary winter.
I didn't know whether to divide the chocolate into five pieces or ten, they'd have been pretty small, if I'd had to have made it last for ten days. Do you think it would have kept me alive for ten days, Captain?" "I dunno," replied the Captain, "but I guess yer wouldn't have stayed there so long as that.
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