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We shall have to cut the string quartet, and that's pretty hard with Pellams out of the trip, but don't feel bad about that. You'll be nifty by the time we are on for the return concert." "Good-bye," said the man with appendicitis, assuming the look of one who may be taking his last farewell of earthly things. "I shall come out all right, I'm sure I shall." "Course. Good-bye.
Maybe it'll surprise you, girl, but now, since he can't welt me up any more, me and him don't exchange ten words a month." "Did did he hear about last night, Charley? You know what came out in the paper about making a new will if if you ever got pulled in again for rough-housing?" "Don't you worry that nifty head of yours about my old man ever making a new will.
In the locker-room they met, the placid sky-colored eyes of Miss Bundt meeting Miss Clark's in the wavy square of mirror. "Snowing, ain't it?" "Yep." "Gee! that's a nifty little hat, Min! Where'd you get the pompon?" "Five-and-Ten." "If it 'ain't got the Avenue written all over it." Silence. "Want some my powder, Min? Pink." "Nope."
I don't think argufying and debating like that little Fraulein Werder's does much harm. She's a right nifty young rolypoly, by the way, though you didn't notice, of course." "Why didn't I?" Ramsey demanded, sharply. "Why didn't I notice?" "Oh, nothing.
"Poor little girl," he said, patting the black onyx, "with the bad old blues! I know what they are, honey; sometimes I get crazy with 'em myself." Her lips trembled. "It's you makes me blue, Charley." "Now, now; just don't worry that big, nifty head of yours about me." "The the morning papers and all. I I just hate to see you going so to to the dogs, Charley a fellow like you with brains."
And it wasn't long before I was back from another dash into the park towin' half a drum corps that I'd borrowed from some Junior Naval Reserves that was drillin' over on the ballfield. So it was some nifty little parade that I finally lines up to lead down Fifth Avenue. First there's me, then the drum corps, then the sergeant and his men rollin' them spools of wire.
They had decided it was the work of Nifty Jim, a notorious diamond thief at that time honoring San Francisco with his presence. Over a cigar in my rooms Blythe and I talked the matter out. Bothwell had made the first move. Soon he would make another, for of course he would search my place at the Graymount. The question was whether to keep the rooms guarded or to let him have a clear field.
He was bending over the bed, which was piled with new shirts, Afro-American ties, new toilet articles, and he was packing a new suit-case. He turned slowly, enjoying her amazement. He finished packing a shirt. She said nothing, standing at the door. Teetering on his toes and watching the effect of it all on her, he lighted a large cigar. "Some class, eh?" he said. "Well " "Nifty suit, eh?
Except for my hands," he added ruefully, as returning wakefulness brought back with it the consciousness of smart and hurt, "and my feet are mighty sore, too. We're right near the fire, too, aren't we," he continued. "Gee, that was nifty sleeping nearly all the way. I guess I must have felt you were around, Rifle-Eye, and so I slept easily, knowing it would come out all right with you here."
My old dad, servin' on the Roanoke, was lucky enough to see both them craft: -the big, clumsy Merrimac, all covered with railroad iron and smeared with grease, and the nifty little Monitor, that they said looked like 'a cheese box on a raft'!
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