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The man who wore this outfit coughed in an embarrassed fashion and halted, fumbling his ruinous hat in his hands. "Howdy do?" said Judge Priest heartily. "Come in!" The other diffidently advanced himself a yard or two. "Excuse me, suh," he said apologetically; "but this here Breck Quarles he come after me and he said ez how you wanted to see me. 'Twas him ez brung me here, suh."
They scattered, screaming with delight, and she after them. "Howdy, Mr. Ripley?" said the woman, smiling a little. "Howdy, Mis' McChesney?" said the old man, shortly. So this was the mother of Tom, of whom I had heard so much. She was, in truth, a motherly-looking person, her fleshy face creased with strong character. "Who hev ye brought with ye?" she asked, glancing at me.
Mr. Hooper was in his study. "Howdy, Parson?" said Scattergood. "How do you do, Mr. Baines?" "Bible say anythin' regardin' visitin' the sick an' ministerin' to the oppressed?" "A great deal, Mr. Baines." "Think it's meant, eh? Or was it put there jest to preach about?" "It is meant, undoubtedly." "For ministers?" "Yes." "Um!... Xenophon Banks busted his leg.
Twice he walked briskly to the boss; the third time he went by slowly. Kelly, who saw everything, had known from the first glance at Hull's grave, anxious face, that the young leader of the "holy boys" was there to see him. But he ignored Davy until Davy addressed him directly. "Howdy, Mr. Hull!" said he, observing the young man with eyes that twinkled cynically. "What's the good word?"
"But I never did set any store at all by these here government chaps with their little satchels and tree doctor books. I'd just as soon walk up to an apple tree and hand it a blue pill or a shin plaster." Kit slid hastily down from the post as Mr. Hicks' black and white horse turned in from the road. "Hello," he called out, cheerily. "How be you, Jerry? Howdy, Philemon?
She paused near the chicken house where old Lily Ivy was hovering over a belated brood whose erratic mother had mistaken the season of the year. "Howdy, Ivy! You-all has a right smart lot of fowls but ain't it a mighty bad time to hatch?" "Dis yere hen allus was a fool hen," Ivy vouchsafed, "givin' trouble an' agony to us-all." "Does you-all like her the best?"
From the puckered front peered a woman and two children; the man of the family was walking wearily beside, swinging an ox-goad. "Howdy, strangers?" he hailed, as he halted. "Are these the Californy diggin's?" "Is this Californy?" put in the woman, quaveringly. "You bet your bottom dollar, friends," was the hearty answer.
They heard Nigger Ben's voice, chanting monotonously, as he pulled at the oars of the small boat. "Howdy, Cap'n, howdy!" cried Ben joyously. He took in the small figure which had dismounted at Kendric's side and ducked his head and included her in his greetings with a "Howdy, Miss." And then, looking in vain for another member of the party: "Where's Cap'n Barlow?"
"'All right, I says, 'only, of course, Chet Timmins is a good friend and neighbour of mine, even if he is a male, so I hope you won't mind his dropping in now and again from time to time, just to say howdy and eat a meal. And she flusters me again with her coolness. "'No, she says, 'I won't mind, but I know what you're counting on, and it won't do either of you any good.
"That's so. Well, I'll be glad to share it with 'em, for the sake of a handshake and a 'howdy, and a chance to start things going again. Do you know, I rather count on finding a few scattered remnants of folk in London, or Paris, or Berlin?
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