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I've prayed to Him ach, man, how I've prayed to Him to keep my son from makin' a fule o' himself " "Now, there you go again, Hector, dear," his wife soothed. She rose from her place at the table, came round to him, put her arms around his great neck, and laid her cheek against his. "An open confession is good for the soul, they say, Hector.
The victim, who is most likely a mighty serious an' experienced person, don't copper the play by makin' vain remarks, but brings his gatlin' into play surprisin'. Next it's bang! bang! bang! mixed up with flashes an' white smoke, an' the dooel is over complete. The gent who still adorns our midst takes a drink on the house, while St.
"Not at all not at all," he answered. "It will be a pleasure, I assure you." "You'll excuse me, I'm sure," the Secretary broke in, "if we go right on with our woik while you're here. We're makin' our own costoomes, as much as we can. That was one reason us young ladies chose Hamlet. It's a play what everyone wears skoits in.
'This is whaur ye left me this time last year, Kirsty, he said; left me wi' my Maker to mak a man o' me. It was 'maist makin me ower again! There was a low stone just visible among the heather; Kirsty seated herself upon it. Francis threw himself among the heather, and lay looking up in her face. 'That mother o' yours is 'maist ower muckle for ye, Francie! said Kirsty.
"Folks walks right by an' forgits all about you; folks can't always be going through with just so much. You'd had a good deal better time, you an' your ma, if you'd been freer in your ways; now don't you s'pose you would? 'T ain't what you give folks to eat so much as 't is makin' 'em feel welcome. Now, there's Mis' Timms; when we was to Longport she was dreadful methodical.
"I'll convey your report. What's your name? You didn't give it me." "Sikkem. Sikkem Bruce. I'm out at Spruce Crossing, back ther' in the hills. It's jest a piece. Mebbe three miles, wher' this stream makes a joining with the Gophir Creek. Say " "Well?" Elvine inquired as he paused. "You ain't makin' no complaint to the boss, ma'am? It was jest a darn fool mistake of mine. It surely was.
"Ay," answered the child, without looking up. The manner was not courteous, but her voice was gentle and sweet. "What are ye doin' there?" he asked. "Makin' a string o' beads, to weir at aunty's merriage." "What are ye makin' them o'?" he went on. "Haddicks' een." "Are they a' haddicks'?"
Arrived on the forecastle, I snatched the telescope from the hands of the look-out as he flourished the instrument toward the boat, with the remark: "There she comes, sir, and the buckos in her seem to be in a tearin' hurry, too. See how they're makin' the spray fly and the oars buckle! They're workin' harder just now than they've done for many a long day, I'll warrant."
It wad set ye weel to try yer hand at makin' a man o' him noo." Had Alec been within hearing, he would never have let his mother forget this speech. For had not she, the immaculate, the reprover, fallen herself into the slough of the vernacular? The fact is, it is easier to speak the truth in a patois, for it lies nearer to the simple realities than a more conventional speech.
In a strained voice he shouted a command of silence. 'It's all that Tom, father, piped Annie. 'There's no living with him. John's eye fell on the broken window. 'Which of you's done that? he asked sternly, pointing to it. No one spoke. 'Who's goin' to pay for it, I'd like to know? Doesn't it cost enough to keep you, but you must go makin' extra expense?
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