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Sure enough, in a few moments another tall boy entered, looking preternaturally grave, with his hair scrupulously smooth. "Been upstairs, you see," said the irrepressible Gerald, "and slicked himself all up. Quite the Beauty, Fergs." "Gerald, do be quiet!" said Mrs. Merryweather. "This is Philip, my other twin boy, Mrs. Grahame."
To be sure, some folk might not have been so well satisfied with the way the household was run. A crow, I feel quite sure, would not have considered the place fit to live in. Mrs. Otus was not, indeed, a tidy housekeeper. The floor was dirty very dirty and was never slicked up from one week's end to another. But then, Solomon didn't mind. He was used to it. Mrs.
Omar Ben had a French maid all to himself a perky little human with a quasi-kinship to the feline race who combed him and brushed him and slicked him down and gave him endless, mortifying baths. Also, she tied lavender bows about his neck, and fed him from Dresden china on minute particles of flaked fish and raw sirloin, with a dessert of pasteurized cream.
For a long moment they stood entranced. Kaydessa then gave a little cry, held out her hands to the purling mist and brought them to her lips again to suck the gathered moisture. Water slicked the surface of the ledge, and Travis pushed her back against the wall of the cliff.
With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband, that very picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein. I declare, I was never so touched in all my life. God, I thank thee, as the Author of my days!
Then follows "two combs" he was going to keep slicked up also earthenware, indigo, "cotting," and more scanes of silk, mainly for Sarah, no doubt, and so on to the end, when the account is closed and underneath is written: This day made all even betwixt Ezekial Jackson and myself. Captain Ben's accounts close in 1829, but the shoemaking records had long since begun.
Tom grunted and rode over that way, Coaley walking slowly, his knees bending springily like a dancer feeling out his muscles. Lance stood with his back toward them. His hat was pushed far back on his head, and he was looking at Mary Hope, who leaned against the rock and stared down into the valley below. Her hair, Tom observed, was not "slicked back" to-day.
A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things." She was climbing up now, and at her last words her head, with the damp yellow hair slicked symmetrically back appeared on his level. "All very well," objected Carlyle. "You can call it courage, but your courage is really built, after all, on a pride of birth. You were bred to that defiant attitude.
Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up, when she had to come away in such a hurry." She looked around the kitchen. Certainly it was not "slicked up." Her eye was held by a bucket of sugar on a low shelf. The cover was off the wooden bucket, and beside it was a paper bag half full. Mrs. Hale moved toward it. "She was putting this in there," she said to herself slowly.
Here are two new suits of clothes shirts, socks, everything complete. They're Huck's no, no thanks, Huck Mr. Jones bought one and I the other. But they'll fit both of you. Get into them. We'll wait come down when you are slicked up enough." Then she left. HUCK said: "Tom, we can slope, if we can find a rope. The window ain't high from the ground." "Shucks! what do you want to slope for?"
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