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She went up to the door and, in a quavering voice, asked: "Who's there?" But nobody answered. Then feeling all eyes upon her, watching her last movement, she made an effort to show courage, and said very loudly: "Is there any one behind the door?" "Oh, yes, yes! Of course there is!" cried that little dried plum of a Meg Giry, heroically holding Sorelli back by her gauze skirt.
"Oh, that's it." said Oak, jumping up, and dimissing for the present his thoughts on poor Fanny. "You are a good boy to run and tell me, Cain, and you shall smell a large plum pudding some day as a treat. But, before we go, Cainy, bring the tarpot, and we'll mark this lot and have done with 'em."
About a mile from camp I jumped a bunch of fourteen of all kinds, and when they broke cover out of a plum thicket I shot a two-year-old spike buck, cut off his hams and carried him to camp, where I found the boys waiting for some venison. Our camp fire already lit up the valley, and the clear running stream glistened as it passed over the granite and quartz of the Porcupine Basin.
This was a turn in affairs the officials had not looked for, but the boys did not stop to listen to their protestations. Later they learned that the train did not make a run that day. The Treasure Island "Now," said Plum, as soon as he joined his friend, "I call that about the meanest trick I ever see played on a feller.
It was an anxious moment when the string was cut, and the remains of the ancient haversack were opened, and every one was relieved when the object of interest did not fall to crumbs as some feared, but remained firm and intact till cut. Was it good? Well, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, and there was not a crumb or a plum left when the party rose.
He had never seen a plum pudding cooked before, but he declared he could make one like it, after having watched Mrs. Starr prepare an immense one. High, flaky cakes, with chocolate or jelly between the layers, were baked and stood hidden in the closet back of the table. The timber men had come across a cranberry swamp in the early days of cutting and Mrs.
Town's got two hotels, good livery stable that's mine half a dozen stores, nigh on to a dozen saloons, an' two barber-shops. Yes, sir, Ellisville is the place!" "Which way are you bound, sir?" asked the stranger, still sitting, apparently in thought, with his chin resting on his hand. "Well, you see, they's another town goin' up below here about twenty mile old man Plum's town, Plum Centre.
The man turned to Tom, and Dorothy began to regret she had brought him: he was trembling visibly, and his mouth was wide open with terror. 'See, she said, 'how thy gruff voice terrifieth the innocent! If now he should fall in a fit thou wert to blame. As she spoke she put her hand in her pocket, and taking from it her untoothsome plum, popped it into Tom's mouth.
The plum may appear to be more easily handled, but its bloom will be found to be as intact and as ethereal as in the jealously guarded hothouse fruit of Europe.
If it had not been for the few stunted cottonwoods and elms that grew along its banks, Canute would have shot himself years ago. The Norwegians are a timber-loving people, and if there is even a turtle pond with a few plum bushes around it they seem irresistibly drawn toward it.
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