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He would put it in the bank, and get a shakedown in one of them model lodging houses. He would turn in at night with "Jesus, lover of my soul" in worsted work above his blessed head, and in the morning he would plank down his fifteen cents and begin the day with gospel tea. He would be a man! Yes, sirree, a man! Not a hog!
No, sirree, don't you worry. There's a spare tick up in the attic what we use fer strangers when they happen along, an' Zachariah has put your blankets right here by the door, an' your pistols, too, I see, so whenever you're ready, I'll lead the way up the ladder an' show you where you're to roost.
Yo' see I ham 't been used t' hit down whar I lived an' I cain 't feel comfortable with a lot of machinery so close to me. No, sirree, I'd rather leg it out o' here and git into t' open."
"Yes, sirree," said the girl, imitating her father's manner adroitly, as she put her horses through the crowded thoroughfare, "the United States of America has more than one way of living the life strenuous, and Broadway, New York, doesn't begin to be the only place where she lives it. Look abroad, look abroad!"
He was closely approaching his fiftieth year, yet he maintained he had participated in the principal theatrical productions of a generation previous, with the most reckless disregard of probabilities. He seemed to have no appreciable estimate of time or place when relating his marvelous experiences. "Yes, sirree," said Smith, "I can call the turn on that trick.
I don't say I'm not without my obligations to you, but that's not one of them. No, sirree no apron-strings." "I know it isn't, Jimmie. You're the kind of a fellow wouldn't even talk to himself for fear of committing hisself." "I got a date here now any minute, Gert, and the sooner you " "You're the guy who passed up the Sixty-first for the Safety First regiment."
Nor was there only the wonder of it in every mind, for, after the first feelings of envy and covetousness had passed away, the humor of the thing became apparent. And it was Joe Brand, in the course of discussing the matter with Minky, who first drew attention to the queer pranks which fortune sometimes plays. "Say, don't it lick creation?" he cried. "Can you beat it? No, sirree.
He was the best jockey ever strode a horse on the Elleardsville track here. He wore my yellow and green, sir, until he got to weigh one hundred and a quarter. And I kept him down to that weight a whole year, Mr. Brice. Yes, sirree, a whole year." "Kept him down!" said Stephen. "Why, yes, sir. I had him wrapped in blankets and set in a chair with holes bored in the seat.
I reckon he hadn't thought of a person having to have a REASON for killing a person before, and now he sees it warn't likely anybody would have that much of a grudge against a lamb like Jubiter Dunlap. The blacksmith says, by and by: "The revenge idea won't work, you see. Well, then, what's next? Robbery? B'gosh, that must 'a' been it, Tom! Yes, sirree, I reckon we've struck it this time.
He turned to Ted to inquire: "You say that you looked faithfully for my watch until dark?" "Yes; I did," Ted shot back at him. "And you didn't find the watch?" "No, sirree; I didn't." "Oh, well, then," drawled Hi, "I guess " Grinning broadly, he thrust a hand in under his clothing, drawing out his gold watch. "I guess," Hi continued, "that it's time now to quit looking. It's quarter of nine.
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