United States or Guatemala ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"But how'll I do it, pa?" "I'll tell you how. You know you sing a little bit, Ily; you took music-lessons nearly two years in Logansport. It wasn't long, but it was all we could afford then. And your teacher said you didn't have any voice, and it was a waste of money to keep on. Now, suppose you ask the fellers what they think of your singin', and see what each one of 'em tells you.
"S'pose when she's measurin' out what he's asked for, he puts his hand into the big basket on her other side, maybe more than once, too; how'll that do for helping himself to long measure, hey?" said Robert. "How do you know?" asked Jim, trying to control his rising fury until he had all the facts. "I've seen him do it more than once, an' more than twice," replied Rob.
"'An' how'll ye do that? sez I. 'You've shquibbed off your revolver like a child wid a cracker; you can make no play wid that fine large sword av yours; an' your hand's shakin' like an asp on a leaf. Lie still an' grow, sez I. "'Get back to your comp'ny, sez he; 'you're insolint! "'All in good time, sez I, 'but I'll have a dhrink first.
I wake up in the night; I hear 'im, mebbe, er-whimperin' an' er-whimperin', an' I sneak an' I sneak until I try th' do' to see if he locked in. An' he keep me er-puzzlin' an' er-quakin' all night long. Don't know how'll do in th' winter. Can't let 'im out where th' chillen is. He'll done freeze where he is now." Williams spoke these sentences as if he were talking to himself.
I'm curious to know how'll you turn out. You've got the makin's of what the newspapers call a Leading Citizen, even if you did fall down once. If I'd ever had time to get married, which I never will have, a first-class hotel bein' more worry and expense than a Pittsburg steel magnate's whole harem, I'd have wanted somebody to do the same for my kid. That sounds slushy, but it's straight."
In the normal relations of industry Bob would have been the boss of a hundred activities and twice that number of men; while Jack Pollock, at best, would be water-boy or fuel-purveyor to a donkey engine. Along in the middle of the morning young Elliott passed carrying a crowbar and a spade. "How'll you trade jobs?" he called. "What's yours?" asked Bob.
Under promptings from the girl he spoke freely of his career, both in Simsbury and in Hollywood. It was twelve o'clock before they seemed willing to let him go, and from time to time they would pause to gloat over the stills. At last Baird said cheerily, "Well, my lad, I need you in my new piece. How'll it be if I put you on my payroll, beginning to-day, at forty a week? How about it, hey?"
He closed his eyes in silent agony. Then he looked up more keenly than before. "How'll they know that it was luck that my gun stuck in the holster and that you jumped me on the draw?" "You lie," said Andrew calmly. "Your gun came out clean as a whistle, and I waited for you, Dozier. You know I did." The pain in the marshal's face became a ghastly thing to see. At last he could speak.
You get in here, and we'll talk it over as we go along." Hastily Jimmie backed away. "I'd rather walk," he said. The young man shifted his legs irritably. "Then how'll this suit you?" he called. "We'll declare that first 'one good turn' a failure and start afresh. Do me a good turn." Jimmie halted in his tracks and looked back suspiciously.
"An' might I be so bowld to ax, Captain, is Bingal much farther nor Fingal?" "A trifle or so, Paddy?" "Och, thin, millia murther, weirasthru, how'll I iver get there at all at all?" roared out poor Barny. "By turning about, and getting back the road you've come, as fast as you can." "Is it back? O Queen iv Heaven! an' how will I iver get back?" said the bewildered Barny.
Word Of The Day