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"I never knew a bullfrog to get his bass as early as this," he mused, and as he listened and peered, the old horse's head came slowly bobbing around the alders at the bend of the road. Above the wailing of the distant accordion he caught a few words as the cart wabbled up the rise on its dished wheels: Old horse Joe is ever faithful, O-o-o, o-o-o ever true.
"O-o-o!" shouted Dicky, whose nose had been glued to the window in an effort to prove his grandfather's statement; "look at that funny umbrella!" Everybody jumped to one window or another, and they saw in the gathering darkness a sudden blast of flame and white hot particles shooting into the air and spreading out like an umbrella of vast size.
They were standing with their hands in their waistcoats, as usual, and had just come to the "o-o-o," at the end of the chorus of the forty-seventh stanza, when Orlando started: "That's a scream!" says he.
Staring fixedly into the darkness, until his eyes hurt, the boy discerned black piles and small lights dimly burning high above them. He knew that those were barges, but this knowledge did not calm him and his heart throbbed unevenly, and, in his imagination, terrifying dark images arose. "O-o-o," a drawling cry came from the distance and ended like a wail.
"Up up up up up hilli hi he o-o-o!" shouted Harry, who was first awake the next morning. "Come, boys, botany for ever! Di-andria and Poly-andria, and ever so many more of them, will be up the Camp Hill; and then there will be monogamia, and cryptogamia, and ever so many more games, here, there, and everywhere.
'Drop what? asked Jack, squinting through his great tortoiseshell-rimmed spectacles up into Bragg's face. ''Bout knowing of that 'ound, sir, whispered Bragg; 'the fact is, sir we call him Merryman, sir; master don't know I got him from you, sir. 'O-o-o, replied Jack, squinting, if possible, more frightfully than before.
O-o-o! . . . you savage!" And she slapped him in the face. He got up from the table, not feeling the earth under his feet, and without his hat or coat, made his way to Vankin. He found him at home. "You scoundrel!" he addressed him. "Why have you covered me with mud before all the town? Why did you set this slander going about me?" "What slander? What are you talking about?"
There is a magic in those white pillars. They draw you." "O-o-o! Danny, oho-o-o! five o'clock!" The clear young voice of Esther North floated across the snowy fields to the hill where the children of Glendour were coasting.
Finally the learned and aged Lord Grand-Daddy-Longlegs, who had been sitting in deep study, with his slender limbs crossed and his stemmy arms folded, said: "Deliver your opinions, brethren, and then I will tell my thought for I think I have solved this problem." "O-o-o!" "O-o-o! go to bed! go to bed!" with annoyed derision from everybody.
He stepped out into the hall and shouted up the stairs, "Hat! O-o-o, Hatton! You been here?" No answer. Mr. McLean shook his head in perplexity. He and his comrade, Lieutenant Hatton, were intimates who smoked many a pipe together out of that same drawer. He had many a time bidden the latter to come in and help himself whenever he wanted to.
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