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I was over there a while ago and hung around a-listenin' to Cy Tellmore yarnin' it until he made me sick and I had to git out. I swan that man can lie more inside of five minutes than any human critter that ever breathed." Frank smiled. "Cyrus has a vivid imagination," he observed. "'Magination? 'magination?" squawked Hunker.
Of course we couldn't tell about inside. It's jest like a wagon in a circus parade nice paint on the outside an' the inside left to yore 'magination." "Two men on the wagon one a big fellow!" exclaimed Apple, as they left the fount of information. "We'll have to be pretty careful what we do." "Sure will," agreed Chick-chick.
"Who told you that?" "Hodgson. And she says that she ties them up in rags and the colors come off on the eggs." "Well, I wouldn't listen to Hodgson." "Why not? I like to listen." "Because she hasn't any imagination." "What's 'magination?" They were getting in very deep. Jean gave it up. "Ask your mother, Teddy." So Teddy sought his unfailing source of information. "What's 'magination, Mother."
I'll bring my imagination into play," said Doctor Rabbit smilingly, and somewhat proudly, too. "What does 'magination' mean, sir?" little Billy Rabbit asked wonderingly. "It means," said Doctor Rabbit, "that you must think and think and think until you think out something quite new."
He's a crank o' the first water; you'd ought to hear 'im talk. He went through the war, an' he's short one lung, an' he's got the asmy so bad he breathes like a squeaky windmill, an' he won't apply fer a pension because he says he was awful sickly when he enlisted, an' he thinks goin' South an' campin' out saved his life. That's what I call lettin' yer 'magination run away with ye."
"I know that, too," said Bill. "That thing I was sayin' is what's called a figger o' speech. Same as 'independent as a hog on ice, or 'dead as a door nail. Ev'body knows them things ain't independent or dead. It's just a fancy way o' expressin' yourself. Can't you give a feller credit for no 'magination?" "Oh, you got 'magination all right," Shorty agreed.
"How could I nurse and mind my business?" replied the tailor. "I'll never nurse so long as I'll have the wife; and as for 'magination, it depends upon the grain o'it whether I can stretch it or not. I don't know that I ever made a coat o'it in my life." "You don't understand me, Neal," said the schoolmaster. "In recommending marriage, I was only driving one evil out of you by introducing another.
'Mong other things, all our people would be out of work. Unemployed! I grant you Tono-Bungay MAY be not QUITE so good a find for the world as Peruvian bark, but the point is, George it MAKES TRADE! And the world lives on trade. Commerce! A romantic exchange of commodities and property. Romance. 'Magination. See? You must look at these things in a broad light. Look at the wood and forget the trees!
Jess does his work and takes his wages, and then gits his fiddle out and plays." "Tell ye what," said Hose Ransom, who set up for the village philosopher, "he ain't got no 'magination. That's what makes men slack. He don't know what it means to rise in the world; don't care fer anythin' ez much ez he does fer his music.
And then she giggled briefly, and sprang up with eyes too bright and went skipping and kicking for the detached kitchen to see if there was any hot lightbread. But she flung over her shoulder as she vanished: "Jem he lacks 'magination...." Returning with rolls, the small diplomat reverted to the question of the Mouldform Garment, which, it seemed to be settled, Mr.
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