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Bob Birnie and another man turned and came trotting back, and at the call a scrambling youngster peered over his mother's shoulder in the forward opening of the prairie schooner. "O-oh, Dulcie! We gonna git a wile cow agin!" Dulcie was asleep and did not answer, and the woman in the slat sun-bonnet pushed back with her elbow the eager, squirming body of her eldest. "Stay in the wagon, Buddy.

Sometimes I used to think maybe it might have been a misprint and that you were the one." "No, no. 'Live and kickin'. Been up around here a good while." "Where?" "Home. N'Orleans. M' mother died, Hattie, God rest her bones. Know it?" "No." "Cancer." It was a peculiar silence. A terrible word like that was almost slowly soluble in it. Gurgling down. "O-oh!"

'Certainly, said Stella, and she could not help feeling somehow that she had made herself very ridiculous, and it gave her an unwonted feeling of humility as she went home, which Vava's conversation did not help to allay. 'Well, was her greeting, 'what did Mr. Jones say? 'He got the letter on Saturday afternoon, so I was too late to prevent his opening it, Stella replied. 'O-oh!

It was a sight to make younger and older than these four girls stand still with deepening eyes. For about a half minute nobody spoke, and I venture to say the four different kinds of thoughts they had just then would make a pretty bit of a poem. Whatever they were, a fearfully unromantic and utterly indescribable howl from Winnie put an unceremonious end to them. "O-oh! ugh! ah! Gypsy! Joy!

Nothing but lilies canna lilies, big pink flowers, wide open, radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems. "O-oh, Sadie!" said Laura, and the sound was like a little moan. She crouched down as if to warm herself at that blaze of lilies; she felt they were in her fingers, on her lips, growing in her breast. "It's some mistake," she said faintly. "Nobody ever ordered so many.

O-oh, Bob!" she called, waving a fat hand to her son as he cantered across the open on his gray. Bob looked about for the source of the call, and turned his horse towards the tree. "He's growing handsome, Mrs. Morgan," said Mrs. Carroll, in an undertone, as the tall fellow leaped to the ground, slipped the bridle over his arm, and pulled off his cap.

She recognized him with a prolonged exclamation, raising her hands to heaven. "O-oh, and is it you, Mr. Vandover, sir? Ah, how we've been upset about you and all, and it's glad to see you back again your father will be! Oh, such times as we had when we heard about the wreck and knowing you were on it! Yes, sir, your father's pretty well, though he was main poorly yesterday morning.

'You're not a fool, Akulina, he said at last, 'so don't talk nonsense. I desire your good do you understand me? To be sure, you're not a fool not altogether a mere rustic, so to say; and your mother, too, wasn't always a peasant. Still you've no education so you ought to do what you're told. 'But it's fearful, Viktor Alexandritch. 'O-oh! that's nonsense, my dear; a queer thing to be afraid of!

And he beat vigorously on a pan to attract the attention of all hearers. "Gen'lemen. O-oh, gen'lemen!" he cried, at the top of his lungs. "Now fo' a great ole gander-pullin'! De only one we've had in dis settle-ment fo' t'ree year. Every gen'leman as craves to enter dis gander-pullin' will kin'ly ride up here and de-posit a quarter 'f a dollar.

At a lunch wagon down near the water front, Bud stopped and bought two "hot dog" sandwiches and a mug of hot coffee boiled with milk in it and sweetened with three cubes of sugar. "O-oh, boy!" he ejaculated gleefully when he set his teeth into biscuit and hot hamburger. Leaning back luxuriously in the big car, he ate and drank until he could eat and drink no more.