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I'm dreadful little use, but my son couldn't get along very well without me, and then I tell you I'm so busy thinking, I ain't got any time to be lazy or lonesome. Good many little things we want, too, and I have to be runnin' to the Lord for 'em." "Do they come every time, auntie?", "Every single time, honey! He never fails, no matter who else does.
"No, no!" growled the bigger black, fiercely. "Yes; that's what they think," cried Mark. "Then they're a pair of black-looking old noodles," said Bob. "Here, hi! sit down, or you'll be overboard." "Yes; sit down," said Mark, rising, and speaking authoritatively as he pointed downward. "Yes, sir, begging your pardon, that's what it is; they think you're going to sell 'em, sir."
"I don't know, but they do go somewhere out of the way of their owners, though they keep up a mighty hunt for a long time; yet a good many of 'em are never heard from; and I don't know where in creation they do go, and I don't care, so they get away from these hyenas that have no more feelings for their niggers than a wild animal, nor half as much.
Having started a fresh pipe he proceeded, and the group settled down again to devour his words, and watch and smell the smoke. "Well, then, there was but you know I ain't a diction'ry, or a cyclopodia, or a gazinteer let me see. After the battle o' the Nile there came the Irish Rebellion." "Did that do 'em much good, Jack?"
As Foley and Hildey came through under the bridge, the former cried: "Steer to the right channel an' foller that boat; that's the one the kid's in." "They're after us, darn 'em," said Sandy, "but we're gittin' ahead bully. Keep it up, Gil, an' we'll come out all right, see if we don't."
Well, for sure, I niver thowt o' that." "It's not likely thou would; thou's noan what I sud call a thinkin' man. Thy tongue is ower fast for thy mind to keep up wi' it." "Then what doesta reckon they letters stand for?" asked Besom-Joe. "There's nowt sae difficult wi' t' letters when you give your mind to 'em," the smith replied.
He dodged in and out through the thickest of the scrub until he came to a dense clump of brush-wood. Into this he rushed, regardless of thorns, and threw himself into the heart of it, pulling me down by his side. "There!" he panted. "I think we are safe here. They'll make for the camp as sure as fate. It will be their first idea. But this should puzzle 'em." "What is it all?"
Ball was waiting on customers made no difference, and presently that gentleman appeared, rubbing his hands together. "How do you do, Mr. Crewe?" he said, "automobile going all right?" "What's the matter with these fellers?" said Mr. Crewe. "Haven't I done enough for the town? Didn't I get 'em rural free delivery?
"A woman ought to be boss in her own house," said Crenshaw. "Feelin' the truth of that, I've never married, Mr. John; I do as I please and don't have to listen to a passel of opinion. But I was going to say, what's to hinder me from toting that boy to my home? There are no calico petticoats hanging up in my closets." "And no closets to hang 'em in, I'll be bound!" rejoined Crenshaw.
"Come along, Mr. Cheape!" he said. "You know my address, sir. Talk this matter over with your with Mr. Walmsley, if you please. If we hear nothing from you on Monday morning a writ will be issued." "Before Monday," Mr. Bundercombe declared, in a hollow voice, "my body will be found in the Thames. Kick 'em out, Walmsley, and look after the coats in the hall!"
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