United States or India ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Hil'ry opened the furnace door jes so; an' he cotch the boy by the arm" the great brawny fellow, unconsciously dramatic, suited the action to the word, his face and figure illumined by the sudden red glow "an' Hil'ry, he say, 'Naw, by God ye hev got yer mother's eyes in yer head, an' I'll swear ye sha'n't larn ter be a sot! An' that's how kem Hil'ry made Alf Bixby take Lee-yander ter work in the mill.
Where did you come from, Empty?" and she turned toward the youth standing near Douglas. "I was fishin'," the lad replied. "Had your breakfast yet?" "Naw." "Well, come in, then, and have a bite. You've earned it all right this morning. Bring your help in, Jake. I guess there's enough for all." Mrs.
Bert answered, riding up so he could look into the door. "Look around a little," Chuck said anxiously. "Maybe he's just stepped away for a minute Hey!" he called to an attendant of a stall a short distance down the stable street, "have you seen anything of th' Ramblin' Kid the feller that has these horses?" "Naw," was the careless answer, "I ain't seen him for two hours."
"Yon fellow doesn't care much about th' hard times, I think," said I. "Eh, naw," replied she. "He'll live where mony a one would dee, will yon. He has that little shop, next dur; an' he keeps sellin' a bit o' toffy, an' then singin' a bit, an' then sellin' a bit moor toffy, an' he's as happy as a pig amung slutch."
"Honest, Cora, I feel just like I'm intruding." "'Intrudin'! Would I have invited her if we didn't want her, Arch?" "Naw." "'There's always room for one more, is my motto. I believe it always comes home to the girl that don't share her good times. If me and Arch couldn't call by for a girl on our way to a party, I'd feel sorry for us. Give her your arm, Arch." "Here!
"What d'yo think o' Jimmy, Dr. Rawcliffe?" "He oughtn't to be left alone. Isn't there any sister or anybody who could come to him?" "Naw; 'e's got naw sisters, Jimmy 'assn't." "Well, you must get him to lie down and eat." "Get 'im? Yo can do nowt wi' Jimmy. 'E'll goa 'is own road. 'Is feyther an' 'e they wuss always quar'ling, yo med say.
You may be sure the two Littletail children were very much frightened when they were floating down the stream behind Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with the boys on the bank throwing stones at them, and the dog barking as hard as he could bark. "Sic the dog in the water after them," called one boy. "Naw! This dog doesn't like water," said the boy who owned it.
"I seen one up at the corner!" said Joe. "A new dress?" "Naw, a dressmaker. She's got out her sign." "What's her name?" asked Mrs. Ridder, keen with interest. "Mrs. R. Beaver, Modiste," repeated Joe from the sign that floated in letters of gold in his memory. "I knowed a Mrs. Beaver wunst, up on Eleventh Street a big, fat woman that got in a fuss with the preacher and smacked his jaws."
Red had long since given it up as a bad job, though continuing to search, when a shout from the distant Hopalong sent him forward on a run. "Hey, Red!" cried Hopalong, pointing ahead of them. "Look there! Ain't that a house?" "Naw; course not! It's a it's a ship!" Red snorted sarcastically. "What did you think it might be?" "G'wan!" retorted his companion. "It's a mission." "Ah, g'wan yoreself!
"1 5," he counted, as the strokes fell; "that makes fifteen, and that is," passing his finger slowly down the card, "that is Eastun Po-lice station, cawneh naw, on Bank Street. On Bank Street, seh." I listened an instant. "1 5 1," I said, "151; it isn't fifteen." Another five minutes elapsed, while he searched for "151" I busily writing the while. "Hit's w'y, Lawd-a-massy!
Word Of The Day