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But she must have heard. "I beg pardon," says she. "Did you say something?" "Side remark to my elbow," says I. "Must have caught the decreasing as I came through. Excuse it." "Oh!" says she. "You are the young man who dances such constant attendance on Verona, are you?" "That's a swell way of puttin' it," says I. "And I suppose you're the er " "I am Miss Burr," says she. "Verona is my cousin."
"I don't go out tryin' to meet fellows that way." "You see, Mrs. Schump, the way she puts a gold fence around herself?" "Cora's puttin' herself out for you, Stella. There's no harm in a Saturday night's party in the company of Cora and some genteel friends." "Gert Cobb don't know I'm on earth." "You hear, Mrs. Schump? Is it any wonder she don't get out?
'THAT I CALL INDEPENDENCE. He was in great spirits, the old man, he was so proud of winnin' the race, and puttin' the leake into the New Yorkers, he looked all dander.
"He'll be tellin' us," suggested a humourist, "that the British Navy is firin' on pilchards, in the hope there may be a submarine somewhere amongst 'em." "I never rose to the height o' puttin' myself into the enemy's mind," retorted Un' Benny; "which they tell me, in the newspapers, is the greatest art o' warfare.
On the first Saturday after his convalescence he had inquired, pouch in hand: "And what might be the amount of me pecuniary debt to you, sir?" And old O'Beirne had replied: "And you spendin' your time puttin' the heighth of larnin' into the two lads' heads! Bedad, sir, it's debt the other way round, supposin' there was to be any talk about it."
"Fool nigger, doan know what wah is doan lemme heah you talk no more 'bout gwine to de wah ur I gwine to w'ar you out wid a hickory dat's whut I'll do now you min'." She turned on Basil then; but Basil had retreated, and his laugh rang from the darkening yard. She cried after him: "An' doan lemme heah you puttin' dis fool nigger up to gittin' hisself killed by dem Cubians neither; no suh!"
Brady said if it hadn't been for me the dinner would have been spoiled sure. I got there just in time." "The Gineral," said Mrs. O'Callaghan, looking about her impressively, "is the handsomest and the foinest gintleman in the town. Iverybody says so. And the Gineral ain't above puttin' an apron on him and makin' gravy. Let that be a lesson to you all. The war's over.
And was not there a smell of smoke in the air? If they tried fire in such a gale the place would burn like matchwood. He left his post and in the hall found Dougal. "All quiet," the Chieftain reported. "Far ower quiet. I don't like it. The enemy's no' puttin' out his strength yet. The Russian says a' the west windies are terrible dangerous.
I guess the grocer-man'll trust me to that many he's real good-natured to-day. His jumper's tore, too, so maybe he'll let me work it out." Then, perceiving a peculiar action on the part of the too helpful Billy, she sternly demanded, "What you doin' there, puttin' in them shells that's been all chewed?" "Huh! That's all right. I jams 'em down in the bottom.
An' after that, why, he went on a-givin' out one question after another, an' answerin 'em, tell everybody had declared theirselves entirely satisfied that he was fully equipped to gradj'ate an', tell the truth, I don't doubt thet a heap of 'em felt their minds considerably relieved to have it safe-t over with without puttin' their grad'jates to shame, when what does he do but say, "Well, ef you're satisfied, why, I am an' yet," says he, "I think I would like to ask myself one or two hard questions more, thess to make shore."
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