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I guess there ain't no more to be said, only one thing. If yu' see me around on the street, don't yu' try any talk, for I'd be liable to close your jaw up, and maybe yu'd have more of a job explainin' that to your crowd than you've had makin' me see what kind of a man I've got for a brother." Frank found himself standing alone before any reply to these sentences had occurred to him.
I had to bump Fatty a bit makin' the catch; but when he sees what the game is, he comes back with the friendly grin. "There!" says Vee, tintin' up. "Now behave." "Sorry," says I, "but I had to field my position, didn't I? Once more, now." "Certainly not," says Vee. "Besides, there goes the curtain." And if it hadn't been for interruptions like that we might have had a perfectly good time.
F'r th' prisint I'll devote me attintion to makin' a noise in th' sthreets an' studyin' human nature." "Ye'd be a lively ol' buck over there," said Mr. Hennessy, admiringly. "Tis a good thing ye can't go." "It is so," said Mr. Dooley. "I'm glad I have no millyonaire rilitives to be depindent on me f'r support whin th' show's over." "I see," said Mr.
"Well, it is not for me to tell you Sir, knowing ladies as you do, but it is just kissing and fondling them, and them things, makin' them feel that they're just everything, even reasonable, Sir Nicholas." Burton's dryly humorous face delighted me. His advice was first class, too! "I'll think it over," I told him, and he left me alone.
I'm goin' to get a horse 'n' buggy this afternoon 'n' drive out to Farmer Sperrit's. I've thought it all over, 'n' I c'n tell father 't I'll be choppin' wood; then 'f he says afterwards 't he called 'n' called, I c'n say 't I was makin' so much noise 't I did n't hear him." "You'll have to hire " suggested Mrs. Lathrop.
I'm in the habit o' goin' around stuffin' myself, as this says, with delicate viands, and drinkin' fine wines 'makin' my belly a god. The man what wrote this must've bin intimately acquainted with the sumptuous meals which Uncle Sam sets before his nephews.
They kept it up for three nights, so that I couldn't sleep a wink; and I asked one of the Mexican women what it all meant. She told me, that it was a war-party, getting ready for an expedition. "I'd suspected as much, when I see the braves a-cavortin' around so lively on their horses, and makin' such a fuss as they did.
Well, there'd been a big rush on, and they was usin' Piddie more or less frequent, so I was gettin' used to his makin' a noise like a balloon, when one mornin' he come turkeyin' out to the brass gate and says to me: "Torchy, call up 0079 Broad and get the opening on Blitzen." "Sure," says I. "And if it touches seven-eighths don't you want to unload a couple of thousand shares?"
Many a night when Billy's stayin' late, tryin' to win himse'f outen the hole, I beholds him playin' poker, or mebby it's farebank, with Willyum curled up on his lap an' shirt-front, snorin' away all sound an' genial, an' Billy makin' his raises an' callin' his draw to the dealer in whispers, for fear he wakes Willyum.
Daisy, the mulatto, had come down for the summer, but they had no assurance that when the winter came they could keep her. Divested of her high heels and city affectations, Daisy was just a darkey, of a rather plain, comfortable, efficient type. When Mary went in, she was getting supper. "Has Mother come, Daisy?" "No, Miss, she ain', an' yo' Poppa ain' come. An' me makin' biscuits."
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