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And 'tain't much use cryin' and handin' out their good qualities after they're gone, like they was their clothes, for which they ain't got any more need, because 'tis too late. And you can't sleep good when you think of the things what's too late. "But I ain't here to make a speech, just to bear testimony.
"I suppose," says Auntie, "that we must drink a toast to these youngsters of ours. That is, if Verona insists on being so foolish." "How about it, Vee?" I whispers, capturin' her left hand. "Do we let 'em drink?" "Silly!" says she. "The other finger." It's a bit public, I admit. Might as well have hired a hall. But they all seems to enjoy handin' us the jolly. Mr.
I'll be handin' out stews with a slice of pickle on the side of the dish before another week goes by, Duke." "What are you goin' to make oysters out of in Wyoming?" the Duke inquired wonderingly. "Make 'em out of? Oysters, of course. What do you reckon?" "There never was an oyster within a thousand miles of Wyoming, Taterleg. They wouldn't keep to ship that far, much less till you'd used 'em up."
The long one gazed appealingly at Mr. Jarvis, who spoke for him. "He's a bit shy on handin' out woids, is Otto," he said. Psmith nodded. "I understand. I am a man of few words myself. All great men are like that. Von Moltke, Comrade Otto, and myself. But what are words? Action is the thing. That is the cry. Action.
And in a jiffy he's back at the curb, presentin' that armful of roses to Tessie of the tabasco tongue, and doin' it as graceful and dignified as if he was handin' 'em to a Pittsburgh Duchess. He don't wait for any thanks, either; but takes me by the arm and hurries off.
"Nice way to act, ain't it, when you're ast out to dinner in the best society of the place? Tell a feller he's shy on facts, when all he's handin' out is just the plain, unfreckled truth, for onct at least. We got oysters, four cans of 'em, and done had 'em for a month. They're up there." He jerked a thumb toward the top of old Carrizo Mountain. I looked at the snow, and in a flash comprehended.
Now the ol' man an' the big maid watched over the girl careful, an' the' wasn't no harm come of it; an' when the mine finally got to handin' out the gilt without jokin' about it, the two pals got to goin' off alone an' thinkin' o' the girl back East. They had four or five miners workin' for 'em by this time, an' they was gettin' the dust in quantities. Finally they got together about it.
"I don't like pinchin' any of Curley's money." The second speaker's voice was still further lowered. "It ain't healthy ter hand Curley anything." "Who's handin' Curley anything!" retorted the other. "It ain't got nothin' to do wid Curley. It ain't Curley's money any more. He paid it over for whatever he's blowin' himself on, an' he's got his receipt for it. It's none of his funeral after dat!
"'Chad, he says, handin' me de reins, 'I bought yo' Henny dis arternoon from Colonel Barbour, an' she's comin' ober tomorrow, an' you can bofe git married next Sunday."
He's come back and he's who he says he is. You've seen him. He was here all day yesterday." "So Angie said, but I couldn't scarcely believe it. That toughy! Cap'n Whittaker, do you intend to hand over that poor little innocent thing to to such a man as THAT?" "No. There'll be no handin' over about it. But the odds are against us, and there's no reason why you should be in the rumpus, Georgianna.
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