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There was a shallow two-inch cut in his forehead, two deeper ones in his right cheek, and a gouge in his chin. There were a dozen cuts on his hands, none of them serious. Before he had finished MacDonald had used two thirds of a roll of court-plaster. Then he spoke. "You can soak them off in the morning," he said. "If you don't, the lady'll think yo're a red Indian on the warpath.
Mis' Otto, she says to me: 'We're so afraid that thing'll blow up and do Ma some injury yet, she's so turrible venturesome. Says I: 'I wouldn't stew, Mis' Otto; the old lady'll drive that car to the funeral of every darter-in-law she's got. That was after the old woman had jumped a turrible bad culvert." The stranger heard vaguely what the old man was saying.
Halliss again, impatiently; 'don't stand talkin' and sermonin' about it there no longer like a poll parrot, but just you run along and send in the milk, like a dear, will you? or that dear little lady'll have to be waitin' for her tea and her with a month-old baby, too, the pretty thing, just to think of it!
Yas, I sho' does love Brindle. Any cow dat kin walk in so 'umble, after all de res' git done, an' pick up a little scrap o' leavin's out'n de trough de way she do an' turn it eve'y bit into good yaller butter dat what I calls a cow! Co'se I know Lady'll git in here ahead o' yer, honey, an' eat all dis mash I'm a-mixin' so good fur you. It do do me good to see 'er do it, too.
You can have" this with a real effort "the big one." Edith took the "big one," pleasantly, and said, "Yes, they are nicer than ours, Jacky." But Lily was mortified. "The lady'll think you have no manners. Go on back into the house!" "Won't," said Jacky, eating his cooky. His mother tried to cover his obstinacy with conversation: "He's crazy about Mr. Curtis. Well, no wonder. Mr.
But they were a downey lot and p'raps after all they didn't buy the spoof." "Wouldn't it be terrific," exclaimed Jane, clasping her hands, "wouldn't it be terrific if there was a dust up down here and we were in it." "Shut up," Flora implored, "it's a jolly sight too good to be true. Better light the spirit lamp, the old lady'll be in to tea directly."
It was Markham who was told to wash Dickie's hands when the drive was over, and Markham was the enemy with the clever brothers and sisters. "Wash 'em yourself," she said among the soap and silver and marble and sponges. "It ain't my work." "You'd better," said Dickie, "or the lady'll know the difference.
What the women does with 'em all, beats me. Anyhow, the old lady'll have enough this time for all her wants." "How is she, Joe, to-day?" "Days don't make no difference to my mother, Diany. You know that, don't ye? There don't nothin' come wrong to her. I vow, I b'lieve she kind o' likes it when things is contrairy.
"You'll never get on with it, ma'am; never. The young lady'll be out of the house in a week; or if she ain't, somebody else will." "You mean yourself." "I'm only a servant, ma'am, and it don't signify about me." "You're a fool." "That's true, ma'am, I don't doubt." "I've sent for her, and we must do the best we can. Perhaps she won't come." "She'll come fast enough," said Martha.
"I'll tell you all about it termorrow. Let's 'ave in supper now; for we're 'ungry, Arthur Miles an' me, an' the Fat Lady'll be expectin' us. Between two an' three miles down the river there's a lock, near a place they call Weston you know it, I reckon? Well, meet us there termorrow say eight o'clock an' we'll 'ave a talk." "The child," said Mr.
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