United States or Tuvalu ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Beresford, ma'am." "Then see if you can break down the door; try hard, and if you succeed I will buy you a nice new one! Part of Miss Peabody's dress is inside the room, and we shall be late to the Castle dinner." The entire corps, with Mrs. Waterford of Mullinavat on top, cast itself on the door, which withstood the shock to perfection.
That child had said to her that Betsey was a horrid name; this child in her arms would think so, too, and hate it all her life, and when the clergyman, said, "Name this child," she answered, in a loud, clear voice, which rang distinctly through the church: "Bessie McPherson!" "No, no; oh, no!" Flora gasped in a whisper, "it is Betsey, ma'am; it is for you." "Hush!
He sat down again, and seemed a little anxious to explain his unusual conduct. "Ma'am, suppose you had a well plumb full of nitroglycerin in your back yard; suppose there was a forest fire comin' your way from all sides; would you like to have people talk about nitroglycerin and that forest fire meeting? Even the talk would give you chills. That's the way it is with Pierre and McGurk.
I was informed by one of them to whom I put the question, "Lord, ma'am, we could not work on bakers' bread, we should be half-starved; it's got no heart in it."
We had reckoned without allowing for the eccentric character of our German surgeon. Excepting the business of his profession, Herr Grosse did everything by impulse, and nothing by rule. I had not long fallen into a broken unrefreshing sleep, when I felt Zillah's hand on my shoulder, and heard Zillah's voice in my ear. "Please to get up, ma'am!
But, perhaps, ma'am, if you could see what beautiful flowers your friends have sent " But Mrs. De Peyster had very softly sunk back into her chair. As soon as that huddled mass of womanhood that was Mrs. De Peyster had become sufficiently reanimated to be able to think, its first thought came in the form of an unuttered wail. She was dead! She was to be buried! She could never come home again!
"Boy!" she had called him. "Boy." Her hand was actually touching his own. He "I don't want to be hard on you, Mis' Dale," resumed Luke, after an apprehensive glance at Racey Dawson. "I don't like to be hard on anybody that's sittin' into a run of hard luck, but business is business, ma'am. You know that. And after all I'm we're only asking for what we're by rights entitled to.
I wished they were in Jericho. I felt exquisitely mean when I said cheerfully: "This one does very well; it fits elegantly. I like a glove that fits. No, never mind, ma'am, never mind; I'll put the other on in the street. It is warm here." It was warm. It was the warmest place I ever was in.
" `Thanky, ma'am, says I, and I takes up the trail again. "By and by I thinks I'll shed etiquette; and I picks up one of them boys with blue clothes and yellow buttons in front, and he leads me to what he calls the caffay breakfast room. And the first thing I lays my eyes on when I go in is that boy that had shot Pedro Johnson.
Do it quietly; there is no reason for alarm as yet. She must have left whilst we were all at the fire." "I beg yer pardon, but had she any young man court- ing her in the parish, ma'am?" asked Jacob Smallbury. "I don't know." said Bathsheba. "I've never heard of any such thing, ma'am." said two or three. "It is hardly likely, either." continued Bathsheba.
Word Of The Day