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In the locker-room they met, the placid sky-colored eyes of Miss Bundt meeting Miss Clark's in the wavy square of mirror. "Snowing, ain't it?" "Yep." "Gee! that's a nifty little hat, Min! Where'd you get the pompon?" "Five-and-Ten." "If it 'ain't got the Avenue written all over it." Silence. "Want some my powder, Min? Pink." "Nope."
North of Lac du Brochet is a straight stretch of one thousand miles nothing but rocks and cataracts and stunted woods, "little sticks" the Indians call them and sky-colored waters in links and chains and lakes with the quaking muskeg goose grass and muskrat reed, cut and chiseled and trenched by the amber water ways.
A small sky-colored ladder led up to the door of this artistic heaven, which remained closed long after a crowd of loungers had gathered around it. The Fairfield loungers were famously lazy savages, though to the last degree good-natured and obliging.
You ain't got no hand to come in on neither, an' I'll bet on it. You jest nacherally stacks in, relyin' on bluffin' me, or out-luckin' me on the draw. Well, you can't bluff; I'll see this yere through, says Cherokee, puttin' up two more sky-colored beans an' actin' like he's gettin' heated, 'if it takes my last chip.
I should as soon think of calling my father James." "Should you?" he answers, turning away his face toward the garden-beds, where the blue forget-me-not is unrolling her sky-colored sheet, and the double daisies are stiffly parading their tight pink buttons. "Then call me what you like!"
It included five petticoats, a red silk, a blue silk and a black silk, another of India silk and worsted prunella and a fifth of linen and calico. Also, the lady left a black silk gown, a scarlet waistcoat, a sky-colored satin bodice, a pair of red paragon bodices, a worsted mantle, two hoods, a striped-stuff jacket, seven handkerchiefs, six aprons, three of fine and three of coarse Holland.
You know dat I know dat yo' po' measly sky-colored milk sours up into mighty fine clabber ter feed yo'ng tukkeys wid you an' me, we knows dat, don't we? Hyah! Dar, now, we done turned de joke on all you yaller-creamers ain't we, Lady? Lordy! I wonder fo' gracious ef Lady nod her head to me accidental! Is you 'spondin' ter me, Lady?
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