United States or Burkina Faso ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I was glad to hear that; a tune in undertone, like waves slowly, softly breaking. "She used ter play fifteen different tunes when we first had her," said Captain Pharo pensively; "but she got to squeakin', an' so we had Leezur up to ile 'er, an' ever sence she 's played one tune fifteen times! Poo! poo! hohum! Wal, wal Shouldn't care so much, though, ef 'twas only 'The Wracker's Darter.
Mrs. Lester is away at her daughter-in-law's." "Hain't ye never thought poo! poo! hohum! wal, wal hain't ye never thought o' Miss Pray?" "In what way, captain?" "Wal, as a poo! poo! as a pertick'lar spear, ye know?" "No."
"Give me sea-room here, give me sea-room," said the hero; "and jest wait till I git my spavins warmed up a little!" A wide, clear swath was cut from the billows that surrounded Captain Pharo. "Now then," said he, pulling his pipe from his pocket, and drawing a match in the usual informal way; "Poo! poo! hohum! strike up somethin' lively over there, Gurd. Give us 'The Wracker's Darter, by clam!"
Captain Pharo sighed kindly; his pipe was going. "Poo! poo! hohum! Never mind; never mind. I s'pose ye hain't never worked yerself up to the p'int o' propoundin' nothin' yit to Miss Pray, have ye?" "No." "Why don't ye, major?" "When I think of how much better off she is with seven dollars a week for my board than she would be taking me as a husband, for nothing "
Be you a married man, Skates? I'd always reckoned ye was! Poo! poo! Hohum! Wal wal never mind He bethought himself again of his surroundings, spat far out of the window as a melancholy resource, and was silent. Elder Skates, alarmed and staggered, looked softly down his list of questions for something vaguely impersonal, widely abstract, and now lit upon it with a smile.
"I've threatened a good many times to overhaul her myself, but I ain't no knowledge o' instermental music, and I s'pose I might spend a week on 'er, and not combine 'er insides up to playin' no 'Wracker's Darter, arter all. Hohum! At each successive pause the organs of the music-box wheezed, struggled, almost faintly let go of life, then began again the undertone, of waves softly breaking.
The captain cast me a dark and fleeting wink over his shoulder. "Poo! poo!" he sang: "hohum! anybody in sight, major?" "No; the road is all clear." "What 's he goin' to give ye, Cap'n Pharo Kobbe, if ye win the bet?" "Ye needn't keep on singin', Captain Pharo Kobbe; for the sake o' the company, I shan't ask ye nothin' more."
Word Of The Day