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"My, what a greedy girl! Now get your mind all made up. This is your chance. You know you're supposed t' take a slant at th' things an' make up your mind w'at you want before you go back w'ere th' tables are. Don't fumble this thing. When Olga or Minna comes waddlin' up t' you an' says: 'Nu, Fraulein? you gotta tell her whether your heart says plum-kuchen oder Nusstorte, or both, see?
"Wanta go to a party?" demanded Perry sternly. "I gotta work," answered the taxi driver lugubriously. "I gotta keep my job." "It's a very good party." "'S a very good job." "Come on!" urged Perry. "Be a good fella. See it's pretty!" He held the camel up and the taxi driver looked at it cynically. "Huh!" Perry searched feverishly among the folds of the cloth.
I was for gettin' some turkey eggs right away and rushin' along a flock so they'd be ready by Christmas, but both Vee and Leon insists that it can't be done. Seems it's too late in the season or something. They want to wait until next spring. "Not me," says I. "I've promised your Auntie I'd raise turkeys and I gotta deliver the goods.
"You gotta know where you're going, first!" "Make up your mind, Nelsen," said the job scout, getting impatient. "We handle just about everything lunar except in the Tovie areas. Without us, you're just a lost, fresh punk!" But another man had approached from another lunar GO rocket, which had just appeared.
No, no; you ain't waiting," mimicked Miss Krakow, and her voice was like autumn leaves that crackle underfoot. "Well, then, if you ain't waiting here he comes now. I dare you to come on home with me now, like you ought to." "I You go on! I gotta tell him something. I guess I'm my own boss. I have to tell him something."
What a man wants to bring with him down here, he brings. What he don't bring, don't exist!" Roger smiled and stuck out his hand. "All right, Mr. Shinny! I want a set of papers space papers! Made out in any name, so that I can get out into space again. I don't care where I go or on what, or how long I'm gone. I just gotta blast off!"
"Well," he said as he finished his cigarette and rose to go, "you fellers have treated me nice and some day you come over to my yard; I'd like to run with you fellers. You're the kind of fellers I like." Penrod's jaw fell; Sam's mouth had been open all the time. Neither spoke. "I gotta go," observed Maurice, consulting a handsome watch. "Gotta get dressed for the cotillon right after lunch.
To his ears came the sound of voices in subdued discussion. They were so muffled, however, that he could distinguish nothing, and recalling a partly open window at the front, he went forward to the corner, peered cautiously about, and tiptoed to within a few feet of it. At once the voices came to him plainly. "You gotta dat?"
I won't come back till mornin', but don't you worry none. We gotta play safe, miss, an' ef I land th' jugs I'll find cover till I kin deliver 'em safe." "Thank you; oh, thank you ever so much! And good luck!" She put out her hand; he held it gingerly for a moment in his rough fingers and ran for the car.
"There is some way of opening that panel " "An' we gotta find it. All right, all right. But tell me how." "I don't know whether it will be necessary to open it from this side." "What d'ya mean?" "Use that thick skull of yours, Red. Doors swing two ways, don't they? They can be used either to go in or to go out." "Got it!" The thick voice was oily with flattering approval.
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