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It looks bigger'n Lake Erie, 'n' 'fore I kin jerk the hat away pow! comes another one. I knows the colonel sees 'em, 'n' I hopes I croak. "'Ahem , he says. "'Now I get mine! I says to myself. "'Mr. Jones, says the colonel, 'n' his voice is kind-a cheerful. 'The judges will accept your explanation. You may go if you wish." Just as I'm goin' down the steps the colonel stops me.
And that brought him to the beautifully oiled bear trap which he had left outside the door. "I brung Samanthy along with me," he stated. "I brung her just because somehow I kind-a thought mebby Old Tom'd be glad if I did. Next to me he always sed he set a heap o' store on thet ole critter.
He went in to see Prebol, who was lonesome and wanted to talk a little. "What you going to do, Parson?" Prebol asked. "I'd kind-a like to get to see shanty-boaters, and talk to them," the man answered. "I wonder couldn't yo' sort of he'p me; tell me where I mout begin and where it'd he'p the most, an' hurt people's feelin's the least? I'd jes' kind-a like to be useful.
"Aye, so haave I, but thin again I've thought t' myself, suppose th' wee fella did get t' be kind-a quality like, wudn't he be ashamed ov me an' you maybe, an' shure an ingrate that's somethin' is worse than nothin'!" "A child born in pure love couldn't be an ingrate, Jamie; that isn't possible, dear." "Ah, who knows what a chile will be, Anna?" The child awoke and began to cry.
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked. "Got to do it," he grinned. "If I was to set on a track fence without ma clock in my mitt, I'd get so nur-r-vous! Purty soon I'd be as fidgity as that filly back there. Feelin' this ole click-click kind-a soothes my fevered brow." In a silence that followed I watched a whipped-cream cloud adrift on the deepest of deep blue skies.
I know this that yo're either a big fool or an insider. Yo're a nice young feller. I have kind-a taken a fancy to yo'. I like to see yo' young fellers get along and not miss yo'r chances. Come, my boy, get wise to yo'rself, get wise to yo'rself! Climb on to the band wagon with yo' friends." Bud concluded that he might be able to get more definite information out of Telfer if he humored him a bit.
Don't you remember how you were hanging around the kitchen one Saturday morning kind-a waiting for something to come within reach, and grandfather's cane came tap-tapping down the long hall, and he pushed open the kitchen door and stood there, just inside the door, until the kettle started boiling over and making such a noise.
'Jim won't bet a dollar on him unless he's got the hop in him. "'Ah shall write to him, says ole man Sanford, 'n' beats it down the track toward the gates. "I don't see him fur over a week. I figger he's sore at me fur dopin' hosses. It's a funny thing but, I'm a son-of-a-gun if I don't miss the ole duck. From the way they talk I see the boys kind-a miss him, too.
"They get off to a nice start. When they hit the stretch I throws my hat away. Hamilton's in front two lengths. A eighth from home I see there's somethin' wrong with Micky. He's got his bat 'n' lines in his left mitt. His right hook is kind-a floppin' at his side, but Hamilton's runnin' true 'n' strong. The colt looks awful good to the sixteenth 'n' then his gait goes clear to the bad.
"'I gathah from yoh convahsation, says he, 'that it is yoh practise to supplement the fine courage that God has given the thoroughbred with vile stimulants. Am I correct in this supposition, suh? "'Why, yes I says, kind-a took back. 'When they need it I sure gives it to 'em. "Ole man Sanford draws hisself up 'n' looks at me like I'm a toad.
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