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The door was open, showing a room that had been closed in by a ceiling of boards from the walls to the circular stairway that ran aloft from the dungeons. On the floor of flags were cheap rugs. A number of seed and nursery catalogues were piled on a round table covered with a brown cloth. "Hello!" Lanstron called softly. "Hello!" he called louder and yet louder.
The first person to leap on shore was a sturdy young fellow with a shock of yellow hair, and a warm, ruddy skin. "Hello, Alex, did you have a good trip?" asked Colonel Zane of the youth. "H'are ye, Colonel Zane. Yes, first-rate trip," replied young Bennet. "Say, I've a word for you.
"I have," said her stepfather. "I've got the words here and I'm messing about for some music to go with them." Honor looked out as she passed the window on her way to the piano. "Wait a minute! Here's Jimsy! I'll call him!" She sped to the door and hailed him, and he came swiftly in. "Hello! How was practice?" "Fair. Burke was better. Tried him on the end. 'Lo, Mr. Lorimer. 'Lo, Carter!"
After a general "Hello," Lydia slipped downstairs to find her hostess.
I had not the slightest hesitation in mentioning his American accent. "Hello, Mamie! Don't mention it. What's up? House on fire? Water pipes burst? Strike in the kitchen? Sound the alarm send for the plumber raise Gladys's wages and sack Marguerite." "My engagement to Mr. Do you get me? What do you suggest?"
``Hullo, Sergeant Cane, said Smith. ``Hello, sir, said the sergeant. ``Do you remember that night at Reit River? ``Don't I, sir, said Cane. ``One blanket each and no ground sheet? ``I remember, sir, said Cane. ``Didn't it rain, said Smith. ``It rained that night, proper. ``Drowned a few of the lice, I suppose. ``Not many, said Cane.
To-morrow it may be some one else." "Yes, I see. But what can you do about it? The law " "It's outside the law," said Casey. "The law is too slow. We'll make our own law. Hello! What's that?" He jumped to his feet, gun in hand, as the chair set against the door scraped back from it. Out of the darkness staggered Sheila McCrae.
Sundown restrained him. "Hello, there! That you, Jack?" "Nope. It's me Sundown from the Concho." "Concho, eh? Was headed that way myself. Saw the dog. Thought mebby it was Jack's dog." "Goin' to stop?" queried Sundown as the other advanced, leading his horse. "Guess I'll have to. Don't fancy riding at night. Getting too old." And the short, genial-faced stranger laughed heartily.
Being a regular boy, he had been guilty of too much skylarking. This experience steadied him, and he forthwith sought a new job. He had met some of the employees of the telephone company and was naturally interested in their work. At that time "hello boys" held sway in the crude telephone exchanges, the "hello girl" having not yet appeared.
"Oh, hello, now, March! You mustn't mind the old man's way. He don't mean anything by it he don't know any better, if you come to that." "Then I know better," said March. "I refused to receive any instructions from Mr. Dryfoos, whom I don't know in my relations with 'Every Other Week, and I referred him to you." "You did?" Fulkerson whistled. "He owns the thing!"
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