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"Hello, Wheeler, come in. Our dinner will be served up here. It's big enough, isn't it? I could get nothing between a coop, and this at fifteen dollars a day." The room was spacious enough for a banquet; with two huge beds, and great windows that swung in on hinges, like doors, and that had certainly not been washed since before the war.
She had yet to learn that Lite had for three years been always at hand, ready to take the lines if the team proved too fractious for her. Art turned and put out his hand. "Why, hello, Lite! Sure, you can come along; glad to have you." He eyed Lite questioningly. "I'll gamble you've heard all we've been talking about," he said. "That would be you, all right! So you don't need any wising up.
Hello, McCaffrey," he greeted them. "I guess you'd better come right along to headquarters. The Chief would like to have a talk with you." With a snarl the men leaped to their feet and sought to get past the officer. He was too quick for one of them, whom he grabbed by the collar and reduced to submission by two cracks with his club.
"Nothing!..." They were unsavory barks, barks from the North that prepared their dinner with lard or butter, Protestant barks, perhaps. Sometimes he would sneak along the gunwale, following an intoxicating trail until he planted himself in front of the galley of the neighboring boat, breathing in its rich perfume. "Hello, brothers!"
"Looks like Babe is kind o' skeered o' you fer SOME reason Hello, they're comin'!" A group had gathered on the brick flagging between the frozen fountain and the Greek portico of the old capitol, and every slouching figure was moving toward it.
Then Johnny Chuck started off up the Lone Little Path, whistling, and Jimmy Skunk trotted down the Lone Little Path onto the Green Meadows. Jimmy Skunk was thinking so much about Johnny Chuck's new home that he quite forgot to look for beetles, and he almost ran into Peter Rabbit. "Hello, Jimmy Skunk," said Peter Rabbit, "can't you see where you are going?
And hello! He says Berlin has capitulated and that the Russians began marching through at daylight that is about two hours ago. He says he is about to turn the station over to the Allied Commissioners, who will at once assume charge." Evarts whistled. "How about it?" he asked of Thornton. The latter shook his head gravely.
Thereafter she talked of it no more. But Lydia was splendidly strong. One night, after ten days of stupor and delirium, she opened her eyes on Amos' haggard face. She spoke weakly but naturally. "Hello, Dad! Ask Margery to get me the pattern we were talking about. In a day or so I'll be up and around." Amos began to cry for sheer joy.
When a man in long boots floundered down the ladder, Black sat up in his bunk. "Now there's going to be trouble. Some blame rascals have run me off aboard a lumber ship," he said. "Correct!" observed a man who was struggling into an oilskin jacket. "You're blame well shanghaied like the rest of us, and as the mate's a rustler, you've got to make the best of it." "Hello! What's the matter with you?
While they smiled greeting across the room, he was noting the set of her body, the poise of head and frankness of eyes all of which seemed articulate with a friendly, comradely, "Hello, friends." At least such was the form Graham's fancy took as she came toward him. "You made a mistake with this room," he said gravely. "No, don't say that! But how?"
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