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In the little bar-room, lighted by a vilely smelling kerosene lamp, the clerk, hitherto a shadow and a voice, came to light as a middle-aged man with a sullen face slightly belied by a sly twinkle in his eyes. "This beats all the winters I ever did see. It don't do nawthin' but blow, blow. Want to go to bed, I s'pose. Well, come along."
I see a pitcher iv wan th' other day with nawthin' on her but a basket of cocoanuts an' a hoop-skirt. They're no prudes. We import juke, hemp, cigar wrappers, sugar, an' fairy tales fr'm th' Ph'lippeens, an' export six-inch shells an' th' like. Iv late th' Ph'lippeens has awaked to th' fact that they're behind th' times, an' has received much American amminition in their midst.
"I'd have been happier if I had learned that in time." "Say, nix on dis blarney, youse!" interrupted the Monk, who was trying to wriggle out of the arm hold of Burke and Maguire. "I ain't gonter stand fer dis pinch wen I ain't done nawthin." A police sergeant, who had heard the whistle as he made his rounds, now came up. "What's the row?" he gruffly exclaimed. Burke explained.
Lily was shocked inexpressibly and began to see more clearly the magnitude of the task she had set herself to do. But it must be done; she felt that a tragedy was not far off. It must be averted. "Mr. Burns, what have you done? What have you done?" she asked in terror and horror. "Don't lay it all to me! She hain't done nawthin' but complain f'r ten years. I couldn't do nothin' to suit her.
They was no rale harm in th' poor la-ad, on'y he was lazy an' foolish an' sort iv tired like. To make a long story short, Hinnissy, his father thried ivrything f'r him, an' got nawthin. He didn't dhrink much, he cared little f'r women, he liked to play ca-ards, but not f'r money.
"Jake, you said nothin' had come off." "Wal, nawthin' has around here. Come on now, boss. Miss Lenore says I was to keep my mouth shut." "Jake, who's your boss? Me or Lenore?" "Wal, you air. But I ain't disobeyin' Miss Lenore." Anderson walked the rest of the way up the shady path to the house without saying any more to Jake.
"That woman never got into that fit f'r nawthin'." "Wall, if you know more about it than I do, whadgy ask me fur?" he replied, angrily. "Tut, tut!" put in Councill, "hold y'r horses! Don't git on y'r ear, children! Keep cool, and don't spile y'r shirts. Most likely you're all t' blame. Keep cool an' swear less." "Wai, I'll bet Sim's more to blame than she is.
Don't bother me none, though, and sometimes it's a real comfort; 'specially when a landslide carries ye down the side of a mounting like a railroad train, like I had happen to me. Nawthin' ain't agoin' to hurt ye if so be yer end's got to come by the rope." "A landslide!
If you could make up your mind, now, to part with this one watch for nawthin', I think I could tell you a part of the country where you might sell the other nineteen in a week." "Goot!" exclaimed my uncle, cheerfully. "Take him he ist your broberty, and wilcome. Only show me de town where I canst sell de nineteen udders."
A farmer is continted with his ten-acre lot. There's nawthin' to take his mind off his wurruk. He sleeps at night with his nose against th' shingled roof iv his little frame home an' dhreams iv cinch bugs. While th' stars are still alight he walks in his sleep to wake th' cow that left th' call f'r four o'clock. Thin it's ho! f'r feedin' th' pigs an' mendin' th' reaper.
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