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And after a round of pillow fights and similar nocturnal diversions they were finally all tucked in and ready for sleep. "Well, good-night, fellows. Hope we all sleep comfortably," shouted Romper after the lights had been turned out. "Good-night yourself," shouted Jiminy. Then he added, "Hi, fellows, the Internationals to-morrow! Whoop e-e-e!" Bang bang-bankety-bang-bang-bang!
He couldn't see the black things going up and down, but he knew they were there, so he gave one big, big spring and then, "Oh! Oh! Ow! Wow! E-e-e! Let me go!" he cried, and bounded away as fast as he could. What could have scratched him so? Where had Jim Raven and his crowd gone?
Then I go on again, 'Rich and rare were the ge-ems she- e-e-e wore, And a bright gold ring on her wa-and she bo-ore, But O her beauty was fa-a-a-a-r beyond' I am particularly proud of my execution here, when I become aware of another awkward shock from the sea, and another protest from the funnel, and a fellow-creature at the paddle-box more audibly indisposed than I think he need be 'Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand, But O her beauty was fa-a- a-a-a-r beyond' another awkward one here, and the fellow-creature with the umbrella down and picked up 'Her spa-a-rkling ge-ems, or her Port! port! steady! steady! snow-white fellow-creature at the paddle-box very selfishly audible, bump, roar, wash, white wand.
Oh, J. G e-e-e!" Weary, who was roping, had just dragged a calf up to the fire and was making a loop to catch another when the cow made a second charge at the fence. He dashed in ahead of her, his horse narrowly escaping an ugly gash from her long, wicked horns. As he dodged he threw his rope with the peculiar, back-hand twist of the practiced roper, catching her by the head and one front foot.
The fence seemed to her dreadfully high a clear waste of straight, sturdy poles. "J. G e-e-e!" "Baw h-h-h!" came answer from a wholly unexpected source as a big, red cow charged and struck the fence under her feet a blow which nearly dislodged her from her perch. The cow recoiled a few steps and lowered her head truculently. "Scat! Shoo, there! Go on away, you horrid old thing you!
"But look here," interposed Zimandy, with a troubled look, "does the Pope know I am a Calvinist?" "He never asks about the religious belief of those who seek an audience with him. On all alike he bestows his blessing, assuming that all who court his favour have an equal need of his benediction." "Are there very many asking an audience at this time?" "Only eight hundred." "E-e-e! Eight hundred!
To tell the teacher or your mother, or to betray your tormentor to any one outside of the boys' world, was to prove yourself a cry-baby, without honor or self-respect, and unfit to go with the other fellows. They would have the right to mock you, to point at you, and call "E-e-e, e-e-e, e-e-e!" at you, till you fought them.
Kaufman, sometimes when for years a man don't speak out his mind, sometimes he busts all of a sudden right out. I Oh e-e-e!" and, immediately and thickly inarticulate, made a tremendous feint at clearing his throat, tossed up his hat and caught it; rolled his eyes. "Mr. Vetsburg?" "A man, Mrs. Kaufman, can bust!" "Bust?" He was still violently dark, but swallowing with less labor.
To tell the teacher or your mother, or to betray your tormentor to any one outside of the boys' world, was to prove yourself a cry-baby, without honor or self-respect, and unfit to go with the other fellows. They would have the right to mock you, to point at you, and call "E-e-e, e-e-e, e-e-e!" at you, till you fought them.
These attracted a number of birds that resembled gulls of a light build. They had coal-black heads, white backs, greyish wings, and slightly webbed feet, pink as coral, with which they seized the small fish, uttering as they did so, a peculiar and plaintive cry that ended in a long-drawn e-e-é.
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