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"Huh," he answered, "what's a bird! All this fuss about a dinky brown bird that can't do anything but flop its wings and squeal when you go near it. It was fun to see her flop all around the ground." "Oh, you nasty mean thing, Lyman Mertzheimer" for a moment Amanda found no words to express her contempt of him "sometimes I just hate you!"
She was naughty; and liked to flop her head about for the soft throw of her hair. Her mother dropped rather than sat on a chair edge, trying to keep down the storm of anger that had her by the throat and eyeballs. "Your curls! All gone! Your beautiful hair! What have you done? You wicked girl! You wicked girl you!"
And another Sunday I saw three tiny old females stumble forward, three very formerly and even once bonnets perched upon three wizened skulls, and flop clumsily before the priest, and take the wafer hungrily into their leathery faces. Then let us muse a little space Upon fond Nature's morbid grace." It is a great and distinct pleasure to have penetrated and arrived upon the outside of La Dimanche.
Now our benefactress won't even come out of her room, and won't allow any one to go to her, so long as that stubborn Grísha doesn't beg forgiveness. GAVRÍLOVNA. How contrarily everything happened! Grísha will keep up his character, too. Although he is a blockhead, he has some sense. Now he'll flop down on the hay and he'll lie there on his belly for four days.
Shoals of porpoises, trying their rate of speed under our bows; the dull flop of a solitary sea-bird astern, seeking sundry bits of biscuit or other waste; and the everlasting rythm of the engines were the only occurrences to mar the sameness of this part of our voyage.
The train was out of the mountains and in a country of scattering hills, but here it struck a steep grade and settled down to a grind of slow labor; the rails hummed, and suspense filled the freight car. "Hey," cried Lefty suddenly. "You fool, you'll do a flop out the door in about a minute!" He even reached out to steady the toppling figure, but Donnegan pitched straight out into the night.
What's that?" asked Curly, one of the piggie boys, as he threw some of the straw from his bed over on the one where his brother Floppy slept. "Oh, I don't know. Cats howling, I guess," answered Flop. "Go to sleep and don't mind 'em." So he and Curly tried hard to go to sleep again, but you know how it is, sometimes, the more you try to close your eyes, and dream, the wider awake you get.
"And we'll fool Uncle Wiggily, won't we?" said Flop Ear. "We surely will," declared his brother. But if they could have looked into the next room, and have seen Uncle Wiggily laughing to himself, and winking his eyes, and rubbing his leg that had rheumatism in it well, maybe those piggie boys wouldn't have felt so funny. "Fool me, eh? Will they?" whispered Uncle Wiggily.
"Exquisite!" he rapped out; "so mellow and harmonious! and so entirely in keeping!" "If you mean the garrets," I said, "there's a lot of old furniture in them; and one is generally full of apples; and the bats get in sometimes, under the eaves, and flop about till we go up with hair-brushes and things and drive 'em out; but there's nothing else in them that I know of."
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