United States or Bahamas ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
They unsaddled swiftly, turned their horses loose with a resounding slap to send them out toward the little enclosed pasture, and went up to the range house. At the door of the men's quarters Wayne stopped. "I think I'll drop in and say hello to the boys," he remarked, already at the door. "Are you crazy?" cried Garth. "They've been asleep two hours, man.
And so now, as was his habit, Joe Kramer came crashing into my life and as usual put a stop to my work. Having just landed from Russia, he had "breezed over" to our house, had had a talk with Sue downstairs and had then come up to my room to surprise me just as I had a good firm grip on one of my most entrancing roots. "Hello, Bill," he cried. "What are you up to?" "Hello, J. K. How are you?"
At that moment William Philander Tubbs came up. He was attired, as usual, in the height of fashion, and sported a light gold-headed cane. "For gracious sake, look at Tubby!" exclaimed Sam. "Talk about a fashion plate!" "Hello, Billy boy!" called out Tom. "Going to make a social call on your washerwoman?" "No. He's going to town to buy a pint of peanuts," said Sam.
They tried to keep talking and laughing so he wouldn't think they were the least little bit afraid of him, but Jerry and Celia Jane first fell silent and then Chris and Nora, and finally Danny, so that when they met Darn they were as quiet and subdued as a funeral party. "Hello!" said Darn, as they were in the act of passing. "Where you kids been?" "Hullo, Darn," replied Danny.
He is having a second piece of blueberry pie when he is summoned to the telephone. Rather tiresome of Mother, really, he thinks as he goes out of the dining-room something about his laundry again most probably or when he is coming back. "Hello, Oliver?" "Hello, dear. Anything important?" Mrs. Crowe's voice has a tiny chuckle in it a chuckle that only comes when Mrs.
Half an hour afterward, with a big plate of moose-steak before him and a big mug of coffee at his lips, Smoke half-started up from his seat. He had heard the sounds first. Lucy threw open the door. "Hello, Spike; hello, Methody," she greeted the two frost-rimed men who were bending over the burden on their sled.
"I expect they have a pretty shrewd idea," Easterton added, as we crossed Piccadilly, "but they won't say what it is. Hello! Just look at the crowd!" Up at the end of Dover Street, where Grafton Street begins, the roadway was blocked with people. When we reached the crowd we had some difficulty in forcing our way through it. A dozen policemen were keeping people back.
"Yes, I got some good views," admitted the young inventor modestly. "I may take the camera along on some trips in my noiseless airship. Hello! here comes Koku back. I hope he got what I wanted." A man, immense in size, a veritable giant, one of two whom Tom Swift had brought away from captivity with him, was entering the front gate. He stopped to speak to Mr.
There's his codfish ensign at his masthead. He's making for the other side now, but he'll come over here to sell his rum and kickshaws before he goes out." "Hello, Mr. Browne!" It was a voice coming from the river in front of the house. The owner of the voice was concealed by some bushes at the margin of the water. "Hello!" answered Browne to the invisible caller. "Is that you, Mr. Wickford?"
Presently he hitched up the trousers. "Miles too big for me," he remarked. "Funny not to have a pair of breeches of one's own.... Like being born again. Naked came I into the world...." Miriam stirred and rolled over, and stared at him. "Hello!" she said. "Hello." "Come to bed?" "It's three." Pause, while Mr. Polly disrobed slowly.
Word Of The Day