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Both shook and shivered as they pulled on their underclothes, shoes which they did not stop to lace, then shirts, trousers, vests and jackets. "Br-r-r-r-r! M-m-m-m !" was all the sound Dan could make. He was trying to frame words, but his teeth wouldn't stop long enough. Dick made a dive for a lot of excelsior that had come around some of their goods the day before.
Think of the original Ann as Mary described her whenever you feel like exploding. Her picture ought to bring you up short. A lady like that couldn't explode." "Tough lines," grumbled the western girl. "Right from what you girls call the 'wild and woolly, and to have to live up to silver-gray silk and pearls M-m-m-m!"
'Flick your whip at her, she 's a charitable soul, Judy Bulsted! She knits stockings for the poor. She'd down and kiss the stump of a sailor on a stick o' timber. All the same, she oughtn't to be alone. Pity she hasn't a baby. You and I'll talk it over by-and-by, Harry. Kiomi was spoken of, and Lady Maria Higginson, and then Heriot. 'M-m-m-m rascal! hummed the squire.
Barley soup again? In my own home I never ate it, and here I pay my good money and get four time a week barley soup. Are those fresh cucumbers? M-m-m-m. They haven't stood long enough. Look at Mis' Miller. She feels good this evening. She should feel good. Twenty-five cents she won at bridge. I never seen how that woman is got luck." I choked, gasped, and fled.
"He was tramping in Surrey, if you mean that," said Margaret, pacing away rather crossly. "Oh, I dare say!" "Miss Wilcox, he was!" "M-m-m-m!" from Mr. Wilcox, who thought the episode amusing, if risque. With most ladies he would not have discussed it, but he was trading on Margaret's reputation as an emanicipated woman. "He said so, and about such a thing he wouldn't lie."
"M-m-m-m!" says Warrie, smackin' his lips. "Remember the ones we roasted that day?" "'Deed I do," says she. "You didn't want to try 'em at first." "Wasn't I all kinds of a chump, though?" says he. "And that first chicken pillau you made! Say! "You know," says Warrie, turnin' to Gladys, "it was Valentina who actually knocked out that rheumatism of mine.
They are getting my properties ready now." "So, so?" wondered the owner, raising his eyebrows ever so little. "You seem to be making progress, young man. Let's see, how long have you been in the show business?" he reflected. "Twenty-four hours," answered Phil promptly. Mr. Sparling grinned. "M-m-m-m. You're certainly getting on fast.
What do you know about a man named Maeder?" Again that long, drawn-out "M-m-m-m." A long pause and Schwinn said, "Maeder is an American citizen, I believe." "Yes; you are, too. But what's his business in this country?" "I don't know," Schwinn said helplessly. "I really don't know." "You know nothing about his activities or observations of American naval and military bases?
Instantly the room was filled with the delicious odor of frying bacon. "M-m-m-m!" gloated The Oskaloosa Kid. "I wish I had bo asked for more. My! but I never smelled anything so good as that in all my life. Are you going to boil only three eggs? I could eat a dozen." "The can'll only hold three at a time," explained Bridge. "We'll have some more boiling while we are eating these."
And more bubbles than you can wink your eye at. Aw aw, such poor cold little hands, and no gloves for such cold little hands! Here, lemme warm 'em. Wouldn't I just love to wrap a little Peachy like you up in a great big fur coat and put them little cold hands in a great big muff and hang some great big headlight earrings in them little bittsie ears. Wouldn't I, though. M-m-m-m!
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