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When I'd see 'im 'way off I'd run to de gate an' start singin' dis song to 'im: 'Here come de marster, root toot too! Here come Marster, comin' my way! Howdy, Marster, howdy do! What you gwine a-bring from town today? I'd say, 'Bring me some goobers, or a doll, or some stick candy, or anything. An' you can bet yo' bottom doller he'd always bring me somp'n'.
"Who is it?" "Hello, John. It's Thornton. Howdy, Mrs. Smith." Thornton tossed his saddle to the ground, pushed down one of the dogs that had recognized him and was leaping up on him. "Mrs. Smith, this is Miss Waverly from Dry Town. A friend of the Templetons. She'll be grateful if you could take her in for the night."
"Howdy," he said genially, as he pushed his own hat on the back of his head and bit hungrily at the end of a cigar. "Suppose you've been impatient unless too busy to think about it." "I'd like to know what you've found out as quickly as you can tell me." "Well, to begin with the kid. I had some trouble at the convent. They're a close-mouthed lot, nuns. But I frightened them.
"I'm in for a bit of lunch before the matinee, and I can only say 'howdy. Going to take in the miracle play at the Globe, finest thing in town, they say. See you later, perhaps," and he bowed to them all, vaguely including the three girls in his kindly glance. "Not much you won't!" cried David. "You're going to have lunch with us we've only just begun. I want you to meet my sisters.
It was eight o'clock, and the evening was a raw and rainy one in March. "Howdy do, Miss Callender? How's all with you?" said Martin, when Phillida appeared at the door. "How do you do, Mr. Martin?" she said. "Won't you come in?" "No, thank you," said Martin, standing shivering in the vestibule, his solemn face looking neither more nor less like mortuary sculpture than it ever did.
She made a charming picture, too, he thought, in the shadowy room where the pale, moving curtains in the dimness were like spirits bringing peace, and all the light focussed upon the white-haired, white-gowned woman in the high, black chair seemed to radiate from her whiteness. Mother looked up, pleased but not surprised, as the opening door framed her son. "Howdy do, deary!" She smiled at him.
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."
A girl stood so close beside him that the lace of her gown brushed his sleeve. He was shuffling at the moment and dropped a card, then nodded to her. speaking quietly, as he stooped to regain the pasteboard: "Howdy, Cherry?" She did not answer only continued to look at the "lay-out." "What a woman!" he thought.
He was a settin' afo' his do' smokin' his pipe and he glanced me over kind of weary-like and says, 'Howdy! It wa'n't much of a greetin' the way he said it either; but I figured it was some better than bein' chased off the place. So I stepped indo's, stood my rifle in a corner and hung up my cap. He was watchin' me and presently he drawled out, 'Make yo'self perfectly at home, stranger.
There was a great noise from the branding pen and as she approached he seemed very intent upon his work, wrestling with his bundle as if he were hog-tying a bull and using language none too choice the while, but Kitty waited patiently until he looked up. "Why, howdy do, Mr. Creede," she cried, smiling radiantly. "I got a new idea for my play just from seeing you do that work."
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