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"It is a lovely day." "Most beautiful indeed! How comes the sun?" "Just up, sir; the river is afire with it now. O-oh!" Nick held his breath, and watched the light creep down the wall, darting long bars of rosy gold through the snowy bloom of the apple-trees, until it rested upon Master Shakspere's face, and made a fleeting glory there.
Herbert looked at his watch, and exclaimed: "Ten minutes to nine! Who'd have believed it? Horses to be groomed before drill, and time up already. I wonder But here's Nell. She's coming from the kitchen and looks important. What's up, Sis?" "Several things. First, the hen of Wun Sing lies dead in her coop." "O-oh!" "Ah!"
At the sight of this symbol of authority the man gave a violent start. "I happen to be a radio telephone inspector," explained Mr. Brandon. "O-oh," said the man, visibly relieved that it was no worse. "W-why do you want to see me?" "Because you've been violating the government regulations," replied the inspector sternly.
A blast of wind brought in a sheet of rain that dampened the ashes swept from the fireplace by the sudden draught. "O-oh, Doctor!" came a voice from the rider on the other side of the fence. "Hullo! Who are you?" "Bud Yarebrough. Ah got a letter fo' you." "Well, light, ye fool, and put yo' beast under the shack." The Doctor slammed the door and shivered back into the range of the fire's glow.
She's going to Boston, and to Brewster, with Rose Freeman," said Amanda. "O-oh! So that's the trouble, is it?" said Amos. "Well, she'll come back, so don't cry," and he stepped past her and ran down toward the beach. At Mrs. Stoddard's Mrs. Cary was repeating Amanda's story. "I cannot understand it," said Mrs. Stoddard.
There she sat and sewed an incongruous occupation it looked. Cosme was leaning forward, elbows on knees, his face a study of impatience, anger, and suspicion. "What made her mad?" he asked bluntly. "O-oh! She'll get over it. She'll be down. Sheila can't resist a young man. You'll see." "What did you do?" insisted the stern, crisp, un-western voice. When Cosme was angry he reverted rapidly to type.
I said with genuine warmth that if he would give me that man's name etc. He waited on the threshold with his dropsical back to me for my last word, and then, still in the same attitude, droned, "O-oh, he's dead. And anyhow," he finished out of sight in the hall, "that's not our way." I sat on the edge of the bed, in the moonlight, wishing I knew what their way was.
Horse and rider were still in the curve of their swift flight when Isobel Knowles came out into the porch, yawning behind her plump, sunbrowned hand. A glance at Gowan cut the yawn short. She looked alertly afield and at once caught sight of the runaway. "Kid! O-oh!" she cried. "Mr. Ashton! on Rocket!"
And right then he'd sure play even for some of the insults they were handing him now. "Mary V Selmer? Let's see the name sounds familiar, somehow. O-oh! You mean that little red-headed ranch girl from Arizona? Oh-h, yes! Well, give her a free pass but I mustn't be bothered personally with her. The girl's all right, but no training, no manners. Hick stuff; no class, you understand.
"O-oh, Mr Mawley!" exclaimed Bessie Dasher, in the unmeaning manner common to young ladies, in lieu of saying anything, when they have got nothing to say: the exclamation expressing either astonishment, horror, alarm, or rebuke, as the case may require. "Instance, instance! Name, name!" said I, keeping the curate up to the mark.
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