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"Huh!" retorted the spokesman. "But I'm not," Tom went on, rather genially. "I'm just an inquisitive tourist." "Heard o' Bald Knob?" demanded the leader of the four. "No," admitted Reade, opening his eyes with interest. "Who is he, and how did he become bald?" "Bald Knob is a place," came the information. "It's the place where inquisitive tourists are buried in these parts."
Her brother, the Duke of Devizes, is the Premier's oldest friend." "Uh?" "The Duchess of Axminster has written to ask me to look after a stall at her bazaar for the Indigent Daughters of the Clergy." "Huh?" "Bingley! You aren't listening. What is that you are reading?" Mr. Crocker tore himself from the paper. "This?
The trio Haney and Mike and the Chief were just arriving by the piles of charred but now uncovered wreckage. Sally flushed ever so slightly when she saw the Chief eye Joe's ring on her finger. "Rest of the day off, huh?" said the Chief. "Look! We found most of the stuff we need. They're gonna give us a shop to work in. We'll move this stuff there.
"Ye're wantin' me to do somethin' awful hard, huh?" Her soul in her eyes, she looked at him, but his gaze was on the gloves he was twisting back and forth between his fingers. "Ain't ye goin' to tell me?" groaned Tess. She dropped her chin into her hands with a touching gesture of pathos. Frederick bent nearer. "Tess, Mrs.
She brought them home that night. Caroline had grown tired and, lighting the lamp, had gone home. "I done brung my little lady bird huh somep'n nice," said Martha, "here's a lil' doll and de lil' shoes, honey. How's de baby feel?" Lucy did not answer. "You sleep?" Martha went over to the bed. The little face was pinched and ashen. The hands were cold. "Lucy! Lucy!" called the mother. "Lucy!
Well, she's been a blessin' to us, there's no doubt about that." "Indeed she has," concurred Zoeth. But Isaiah had the final word. "Huh!" he declared, "she's more'n one blessin', she's a whole shower. That's what set me to singin' about 'em." He departed for the kitchen once more, the falsetto rising triumphant: "There shall be showers of blessin's, Send 'em upon us, oh Lord!"
Judith found nothing to say beyond a "huh" in an uncertain accent, and they turned with relief to alarums and excursions from the forgotten and abandoned Sylvia and Lawrence. Sylvia was forcibly restraining her little brother from following Judith into the water. "You mustn't, Buddy! You know we aren't allowed to go in till an hour after eating and you only had your breakfast a little while ago!"
"Huh! I guess not!" exclaimed Hal. "Boys always win races; don't they, Daddy." "Well, not always," said Mr. Blake. "And Mab is becoming a good little skater." "Well, I'll win!" declared Hal. "You see if I don't!" The next day was too cold for the children to go skating with their Daddy, but a little later in the week it was warmer, and one afternoon, coming home early from the office Mr.
'Huh! that's a Bible story. This ain't Sunday. Par never reads the Bible 'cept Sunday. I want 'em 'bout lions an' tigers, an' men tumblin' down mountains, and boys gettin' eaten by bears. 'What did you do when I was away, Lemuel? His lower lip protruded ominously. 'Ain't had nuthin'. Martha Spriggs don't hev any.
Then if a fellow wants to fit for college, he does another year in the senior class and in order to distinguish him from the fourth-year fellows they call him an advanced senior. See? There are five in school this year. Faculty won't let them play basket ball or football because they're supposed to be too big and might hurt some of us little chaps. Huh! Hello, there's Jim.
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