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Stevens was the top Planeteer, commanding officer of all the Special Order Squadrons. "We've piped this circuit into every channel in the system," the colonel said. "Every Planeteer in the Squadrons is listening and rooting for you. Is there anything we can do?" "Yes, sir," Rip replied. "Do you know if Terra base has been plotting our course this far?"
I won't hurt you," for something white seemed to be squeezing closer into the bush. "Who are you for?" piped out a weak little voice. "I'm no soldier," said Steadfast. "Come out, I'll take you home by-and-by." "I have no home!" was the answer. "I want father." Steadfast was now under the tree, and could see that it was a little girl who was sheltering there of about the same size as Rusha.
A natural hot spring might be the base of the luxury, but man’s labor had piped the water into stone-slab tubs and provided soap and towels. To sit and soak was a delight he had forgotten. He shampooed his unkempt head vigorously and allowed himself to forget all worries, wallowing in the sheer joy of being really clean again.
"So keep your weather eye piped, sweetness and leave the rest to your Adoring 'Boy'" By the time the Empress reached the last word of that missive her face had assumed the color of a gobbler's wattles, and her eyes were blazing. Eleanor was nearly frightened to death at the Genius of Wrath which she had invoked. "To whom does this nauseating thing belong?"
Bluestar, San Francisco. Skipper dying sea foreign port unwritten maritime law stipulates mate succeeds. Yankee can sail anything afloat. This my chance. Grant it or insure successor's life. Will throw him overboard on arrival. Peasley. Mr. Skinner promptly carried this defi to Cappy Ricks. "He's a sea-lawyer," Cappy piped angrily. "The scoundrel! The un-mi-ti-ga-ted scoundrel!
I fell in," piped Stacy, all his bravery gone now. Tad leaped across the intervening space and bounded to the side of his companion. "Ouch! I'm on fire!" shrieked Stacy. Tad grabbed and hauled him from his dangerous position. One of Tad's feet slipped in while he was doing so. By this time the clothes of both lads had begun to smoulder. "Run for it! Better be burned than scalped!" shouted Tad.
"I'll button them myself," flying off for the boots. But Phronsie piped out, hurrying after her, "I have them, Polly," and, sure enough, there they were, one under each arm; "do let me, Polly do, please!" she begged. "I would, Polly," advised Mrs. Fisher, "for Phronsie really has set her heart on doing it."
And I had a verra disreputable hat," he added "Rab I christened him, for he was a perfect devil and I never cocked him owre my lug on nichts at e'en but 'Baker! he seemed to whisper, 'Baker! Let us go out and do a bash! And we generally went." "You're a wonderful man!" piped the Deacon. "We may as well wait and see young Gourlay going by," said the ex-Provost. "He'll likely be a sad spectacle."
Within the room, above the gleaming coals, a woman of eternal youth looked down with tranquil gaze upon an old man's face. "Ready, father ready!" shouted the small boy. He was standing on the top step of a flight of stairs leading to the organ-loft of the Hofchapel, peering in. His round, stolid face and short, square legs gave no hint of the excitement that piped in his shrill voice.
"Good-night, one and all," replied Diggs, then a thought struck him and he turned with, "Say, who's this here Mr. Annienias? Seems like the name's familiar, but it ain't mine." "Mr. Ananias is the first detective mentioned in history," Bunch explained, and Mr. Diggs beamed over us all. "Wait a moment, Mr. Officer," Aunt Martha piped in; "have a drop of refreshment before you go.
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