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To the rest it was quite miraculous, and Riley turned green with jealousy when he found the girls and boys refusing to listen to his jokes, but gathering about Jack to test his ability to "guess the answer," as they phrased it.
"Oh, yes; when we came from where we used to live, I guess it must have been three or four hundred years ago, we brought my pussy along. Her name was Nellie, the same as mine." "What became of her?" "She died," was the sorrowful reply; "I guess she was homesick." "That was too bad. Now will you tell me what letter that is?" "Why, Mr. Brush, don't you know?"
I suppose you've lived all your life among people that thought a great deal of wetting their little finger! but I'm not one of 'em, I guess you'll find." Ellen was convinced of that already. "Well, what are you thinking of?" said Miss Fortune, presently. "I'm thinking of my nice white darning cotton," said Ellen. "I might just as well not have had it." "Is it wound, or in the skein?"
Somewhat to the surprise of the colonel Darcy was silent for a moment. Then the young man slowly answered: "No. No, I can't explain it. I don't know what did it." "Well, then I'll have to fish on that alone, I guess. I thought you, knowing a lot about clock-works, might have some explanation.
"Come, you know I am not curious I have serious business with your master. Could you not, by a little bit of a word you who speak so well give me to understand one syllable, only I will guess the rest." "Upon my word, monsieur, I cannot. I am quite ignorant where monsieur le comte is gone. As to listening at doors, that is contrary to my nature; and besides it is forbidden here."
Perhaps Dick can give us a description of the man, or tell from what direction he came. Then we'll know how to begin on the trail." "That's a good idea, I guess. We know where he disappeared to, or, rather, in nearly what direction, so that will help some." "Sure. Well, then, let's find Dick."
"I'd start this next minute if I knew where we could find him," said McMurdo. "He's in Hobson's Patch; but I don't know the house. I've got a plan, though, if you'll only take my advice." "Well, what is it?" "I'll go to the Patch to-morrow morning. I'll find him through the operator. He can locate him, I guess. Well, then I'll tell him that I'm a Freeman myself.
Here Toby was able to use both of his hands, and actually push the big bass along, until in the end they had him safe on the shore, flapping still, as though his defiant spirit had not yet given in to the adversity that had overtaken him. Long they gloated over his beauty. Having no scales along they could only guess at the weight of the prize.
At last he had dismissed the long-cherished hope of the prodigal's reformation, and with his latest hope departed every wish to look upon his hastening decay and fall. He crawled from the scene the country; no one knew his course; not a soul was cognizant of his intentions, or could guess his resting-place.
I guess she'll need something more than Avonlea school by and by." "There's time enough to think of that," said Marilla. "She's only thirteen in March. Though tonight it struck me she was growing quite a big girl. Mrs. Lynde made that dress a mite too long, and it makes Anne look so tall.
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