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"Who are these gumps?" she asked Leandro. "Friends of mine. Will you drink or not?" and he offered her the glass again. "No." Then in a shrill voice, he shouted: "Apostle, will you have a drink?" The Apostle rose from his place amongst the gamblers.
He desisted at last and looked back at us with a mien of anger. "Do suthin', some o' ye," he snarled, "'stid o' standin' round like gumps! Speak to me, Poppet; tell yer ol' Pap w'at ails ye. Fetch some hot water, you gals! Ain't ye got no sense? Rub her feet; an' her hands. Speak to me, Sissy why don't ye?"
"He means a wildcat, Steve!" exclaimed one of those who listened with all his nerves on edge. "Or, perhaps, it might have been a panther," remarked Steve, a tinge of eagerness in his voice, for Steve wanted to distinguish himself while on this camping trip by doing some wonderful exploit. "And here we stand like a lot of gumps, when our guns are within reach.
"There's a good many born gumps not so far from here as her house," interjected Phinney. "You remember that next time you look in the glass, Ed Crocker. And and well, there's no better friend of Sol Berry's on earth than I am, but, so fur as their quarrel was concerned, if you ask me I'd have to say Olive was pretty nigh right."
She looked up with mild astonishment when, as they left the town by the highroad southward, Father burst out, "I'll play if I want to, but I can't stand the gawping gumps here." "Why, Father!" she said, trustingly. The noontime sun came out. To conceal from his stomach the fact that it was hungry, Father grew boyishly enthusiastic about going Southward.
Aug. 5. me and Cawcaw Harding has got a new way of fishing for pikeril when we are in a bote. one of us padles the bote and the other skips for pikeril. when you try to pull a pikeril into a bote most half of the time he goes over the bote into the water, so when me and Cawcaw fishes when the feller which is skiping gets a bite he lets him have it a minit and the feller whitch is padling the bote padles towards the shore and then the feller whitch is skiping gumps rite out as soon as the water aint over his head and gives a big yank, and the pikeril goes saling into the field. sumtimes when it is woods the line gets tangled all up in a tree and we have to shin up the tree or cut it down to get the pikeril. we get prety wet but we dont cair. we always ring out our close when we get done fishing and they is most dry when we get home. today the bigest pikeril we caugt got up in a tree and we coodent shin up the tree and we coodent plug him down with rocks so we had to leeve him there. we got 12 pikeril. we are going monday.
One of these here serious times you read about. And you and me are missing it all, like a couple of gumps. How can we hear?" Martha says she don't know. "You THINK," I told her. "We've wasted five good minutes already. I've GOT to hear the rest of it. Where would they be?" Martha guesses they will all be in the sitting room, which has got the best chairs in it. "What is next to it?
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