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"I'd 'oped I'd growed out of it, mates," he ses, at last, "but drink always takes me like that. I can't keep a pal." "You surprise me," ses Ginger, sarcastic-like. "Don't talk like that, Ginger," ses Bill, 'arf crying. "It ain't my fault; it's my weakness. Wot did I do it for?" "I don't know," ses Ginger, "but you won't get the chance of doing it agin, I'll tell you that much."
"Somehow, Si," he said, looking at his offspring with contemplative eye, "you seem to have growed like a cornstalk in July, and yit when I come to measure you you don't seem no taller nor heavier than when you went away. How is it?" "Don't know, Pap," Si answered. "I feel as if I'd had more'n 10 long years o' growth since we crossed the Ohio River.
I guess I have, a young fellar who said he was representative from somewhere from Medical Profession, seems to me it war, but I never heerd on't, wharever it is, an'clock he with his whiskers only half growed, an'clock puttin'clock of my foot into a wooden box, an'clock murderin'clock of me I gave him a piece of my mind, and he hain't come nigh me since, and I won't have him agin noways."
"Cause I don't take ne'er a notice." "Then you'll be kicked out, old man." "Hey! there y' have me," said Master Gammon. "I growed at the farm, and you don't go and tell ne'er a tree t' walk." Rhoda laid her fingers in the veteran's palm. "You're a long-lived family, aren't you, Master Gammon?" said Robert, eyeing Rhoda's action enviously.
Fleda turned away to the daughter, who came forward and shook hands with a frank look of pleasure at the sight of her elder visitor. "Barby," said Mrs. Plumfield, "this is little Fleda Ringgan do you remember her?" "I 'mind to know!" said Barby, transferring her hand to Fleda's, and giving it a good squeeze. "She's growed a fine gal, Mis' Plumfield.
Generally seacoast towns are built in certain spots because there is a harbour, but Nome was not really built, it "jes' growed," for, when gold was found there, the miners sat down to gather the harvest, caring nothing about a harbour. Ships cannot go within a mile of land, and passengers have to go ashore in small lighters.
Two or three years before the outbreak of the Civil War a little black baby was born in the slave quarters on a Virginia plantation. This was not a surprising event and nobody except the mother paid it any attention. Even the father of the child ignored it. For some years the boy "just growed," after the manner of Topsy. Nobody helped him.
The impetuous Maynard children tumbled out of the car all at once, and fairly swarmed upon their relatives. "Which is which?" cried Uncle Steve. "Kitty has grown as big as Marjorie was, and Marjorie has grown as big as King was, and King has grown as big as, as a house!" "And me growed!" cried Rosamond, not wanting to be left out of the comparison.
And Godfrey, he tried one thing and another, and never held long to nothin', I guess, and finally he drifted down this way, and here he stuck. "He's got a good head, Godfrey has, but he wasn't never extry fond o' work, I reckon, and he's growed dreadful rheumatiky lame, and he has his sprees, occasionally.
It was sort o' blue, with a kind o' whitey, foggy look all over the blue, and it wa'n't round like huckleberries and cramb'ries, but longish, and a little p'inted to each end. And the stem it growed on, the little bit of a stem, you know, comin' out o' the plant's big stem, like a little neck to the berry, was pinky and real pretty.
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