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I'm going to start the engine and get out of this." He pulled the reverse lever, and the engine buzzed merrily. The auto indulged in a series of unwholesome convulsive shivers, but it didn't budge. "Hey! Hey!" floated up from the crowd. "Oh, look and see what they're howling about now," growled Hawkins. The cause of their vociferations was only too apparent. Ping! Ping! Ping!
The minister prepared to alight. "Captain Hammond," he said, "you haven't asked me my name." "No, I seldom do more'n once. There have been times when I'D just as soon cruise without too big letters alongside my figurehead." "Well, my name is Ellery." "Hey? WHAT? Oh, ho! ho! ho!" He rocked back and forth on the seat. The minister's feelings were a bit hurt, though he tried not to show it.
"Atwood will read to you what he has already written, Sir Wycherly," he said; "should the phraseology be agreeable to you, you will have the goodness to make a sign to that effect. Well, if all is ready, you can now commence hey! Atwood?"
Selwyn said, "Tomorrow we must say good-by my boy and I." "Hey what?" exclaimed Mr. King, setting his coffee-cup down, not very gently. "Our vacation cannot be a very long one," said Tom's mother, with a little smile; "there are my father and my two daughters and my other boys in England." Tom's face was all awry as Mr. King said, "And you mean to say, Mrs.
But 'tis a gift that cuts both ways. Be any gone round by Cove Head to look out?" "Iss, a dozen or more. I saw 'em 'pon the road, a minute back, like emmets runnin'." "'Twas very nice feelin', I must own very nice indeed of Gauger Hocken to warn the church-folk first; and him a man of no faith, as you may say. Hey? What's that? Dost see her, Zeb?"
"Jasper needs some change," said sister Marian kindly, "he really has grown very pale and thin." "Hey!" said Mr. King, sharply, looking at him over his eyeglasses. "The boy's well enough; well enough!" But he twisted uneasily in his chair, all the same. At last he flung down his paper, twitched his fingers through his hair two or three times, and then burst out "Well, why don't you send for her?
The rascal, angrier every morning, would start, with his dragging step, across the wheat fields. The men working in the fields would shout to him, jokingly: "Hey, Zidore, remember me to Coco."
Hey, can you do that, Simon? And I'll bet," he added to Keeler, "the infernal old blockhead doesn't understand a word I've said." But Simon's reply indicated not only comprehension, but a tolerable acquaintance with modern business methods. Said he: "How moch you give?" Keeler grinned. "I think he gets you," he commented. "I guess he does," Farwell admitted. "How much you want?"
"Just who it is, Toby," replied the other. "Say, can't you hike down to the boathouse and meet us there?" "Now?" demanded Toby, his voice beginning to show signs of wabbling. "As soon as you can get there," was what Max answered. "Hey! what's on the carpet now, tell me, Max?" demanded Toby, quickly. "Keep cool," warned the boy in the booth. "Steve is here with me in the drug store.
The maid put down the dish she was handing and vanished; after which there were sounds of a large body entering the passage, and a loud voice exclaiming, 'All in, hey? and at dinner, are they? Very well, my dear; tell 'em I'm here. I know my way in. 'It's Uncle Solomon! went round the table. They refrained from any outward expression of joy, because they were naturally a quiet family.
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