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"You bet!" said Hughie, kissing her, and glad of the chance to get away. "Well, you will find something pretty nice in the pantry we saved for you. Guess what." "Don't know." "I know," shouted Robbie. "Pie! It's muzzie's pie. Muzzie tept it for 'oo." "Now, Robbie, you were not to tell," said his mother, shaking her finger at him.
When she set out to be exceptionally nice "Oo, la, la!" she exclaimed. "And he's nothing but a cowboy!" She heard Lorry clump upstairs and enter a room across the hall. She knew it was he. She could hear the clink of his spurs and the swish of his chaps. While she realized that he was Mrs.
Keep him at the right distance away from ye, an' as much in line as ye can." "Oo, ay," returned ragged head, in a tone that meant, when translated into familiar English, "Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs!"
This latter name, he explains, became corrupted in the common English speech into Crusoe. That is an excellent touch. The German pronunciation of Kreutznaer would sound like Krites-nare, and a mere dry scholar would have evolved Crysoe out of the name. But the English-speaking people everywhere, until within the past twenty years or so, have given the German "eu" the sound of "oo" or "u."
"How muckle? why, all." "A' the 'oo! ye blackguard, ye're no blate." "Keep your temper, farmer, it is not worth our while to shear sheep for less than that." "De'il go wi' ye then!" and he moved off in great dudgeon. "Stop," cried the captain, "you and I are acquainted you lived out Wellington way me and another wandered to your hut one day and you gave us our supper."
She was trembling, and forgetting everything, her eyes fixed upon the wall vaguely grey before her, outside the pale ray of the lamp. Mechanically, she sipped again, and the tea ran warmly into her throat. "No, I'm not wicked," Sally argued. "I'm not. 'Tisn't wicked to love any one like I do Toby. It's wonderful. Fancy me in love! And Toby ... well, liking me. Oo, he is strong and big.
"Or maybe you've made friends with some of them French chaps 'oo they do say have come over here o' purpose to make us Englishmen agree with their murderin' ways." "I dunno what you mean, Mr. Jellyband," suggested Mr. Hempseed, "all I know is "
JINKS. Don't talk stoopid. 'Oo began the bloomin' war? Don't yer know what you're fightin' for? D'you want ter leave the 'Uns in France an' Belgium an' Serbia an' all? It ain't fer us to make peace. It's fer the 'Uns. An' if you are done in, you got to go under some day. I ain't sure as they ain't the lucky ones what's got it over and done with. And arter all, it's not us what's not proper.
The whole lower deck was complimentin' Glass, 'oo took it very meek. 'E is a good actor, for all 'e's a leatherneck. "'Now, said the old man, 'we must turn over Antonio. He's in what I have 'eard called one perspirin' funk. "Of course, I'm tellin' it slow, but it all 'appened much quicker.
"Me love oo," said the little stranger, patting Fido's honest brown back; "me love oo, 'ittle goggie!" Fido knew that, for there were caresses in every stroke of the dimpled hands. Fido loved the little boy, too, yes, all at once he loved the little boy; and he licked the dimpled hands, and gave three short, quick barks, and wagged his tail hysterically.
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