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"Even the coyotes cashes in an' quits their howls whenever the Deef Woman drug her chair up to that piano an' throws loose. An' them coyotes afterward, when she turns up her box an' stops dealin', gets that bashful an' taciturn they ain't sayin' a word; but jest withholds all yells entire the rest of the night. "But thar's no use talkin' hours about the Deef Woman's music.
"Then it IS a swing," exclaimed Midget, and she felt a little disappointment, for though a swing was lovely to have, yet she had one at home, so it was no especial novelty; and, too, she hadn't thought Uncle Steve would make such a fuss about having a swing built. "I'm not sayin' it isn't a swing," said Eliza, "and I'm not sayin' it is.
I was sayin' the same to neighbor Allen last week, an' he agreed though he's wuss off than me, for he has a family back in Litchfield an' is under anxiety all the time to bring them here, if the Yorkers but leave us in peace. As for me well, a tough old knot like me ain't fit to marry an' settle down. I'm wuss nor an Injin." It is doubtful if the boy heard half this monologue.
Then the whole party set off on a gallop for the agency, where was to be enacted the last scene in this little drama of the southwest. As Vorlange uttered his dire threat into Dick's ear, the boy turned pale and staggered against the wall of his prison. "Wot's that yer sayin'?" demanded Jack Rasco, who plainly saw the changed look upon his companion's features.
Unlike this was the reception which the intelligence met with from Dr. Lacey’s negroes. "What that ar you sayin’," asked Aunt Dilsey of Rondeau, who was communicating the important news to Leffie. "You’d better ask," replied Rondeau. "Who do you suppose Marster George is goin’ to fetch here to crack our heads for us?" "Dun know—Miss Mabel, maybe," said Aunt Dilsey.
At least, so her ladyship informed me. But that's nae more than one of her lies, I'm thinkin'." "What did she say, Whinnie?" I demanded, doing my best to keep cool. "Naethin'," was Whinnie's grim retort. "'Twas me did the sayin'!" "What did you say?" I asked, disturbed by the none too gentle look on his face.
Mother Nolan an' yer lass bes alone in the house together this minute; an' Mother Nolan will not be sayin' nay to yer plans o' runnin' away." She opened the door and drew Mr. Darling after her into the lighted kitchen. "Here bes yer help, Flora darlin'," she said. "An' 'twas no letter fetched him, ye kin lay to that, but the drag in his own heart for ye."
"'Where's the fiddle? I says to him one day when I was feelin' social. And then, all of a minute, I guessed why he wasn't patchin' up like what was his duty. You see, that b-blessed parapet hadn't had any more sense than to go and spoil his right arm for him the one he fiddled with, see?" "Well, they kept sayin' there weren't any reason he shouldn't mend up. But he didn't.
My land's all right, though my house is a shack and I haven't got any flower-garden except in my head. But over here is another world; and I was sayin' to myself, how I owe the biggest things of my life to you. True, I was taking out my wages in calves while the boss was alive, and he was lettin' me put my brand on 'em by the hundred.
"You'd have to pay him too high wages," Ben said to himself. "A strong, capable boy like you could give me all the help I need." "I expect I could," said Ben demurely. "I was sayin' to Mrs. Pitkin this mornin' that I thought it would be a good plan to take you till you was twenty-one." "What did she say?" asked Ben, interested.
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