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"But Zoie," argued Aggie, "we can't have that mother hanging around down stairs until that baby is an old man. She'll have us arrested, the next thing." "Why arrest US?" asked Zoie, with wide baby eyes. "WE didn't take it. Old slow-poke took it." And she nodded toward the now utterly vanquished Jimmy.
Crow that he had never known anybody to walk so slowly. But then, of course, he was in a hurry to see the fun. And it couldn't really begin until Mr. Turtle should reach the big rock and take the leap that Mr. Crow had suggested to him. Jasper Jay and the rowdies he had brought with him stirred impatiently. And Jasper said aloud to one of them: "What an old slow-poke he is!" "What's that!"
When I grow up and get rich I am going to have a great, big dairy; with a herd of registered cattle, and I'm going to make all the butter myself." "And Tom's going to raise horses. He's going to own a stock farm so he says. You'd better combine interests," said Helen, with some scorn. "I like horses to ride, and butter to eat, but well, I prefer buttercups just now. Hurry up, Miss Slow-poke!
"That is true, but I shall help you to-day," said the mother, and with her assistance everything was soon put in order. "Oh, here comes the slow-poke at last," Kurt cried out. "No, you must not scold him, for Lippo did right in putting his things in order before taking a walk," said his mother, who had herself given him that injunction. "Bravo, my god-son!
Hope, now, I don't lose that splendid little aluminum compass I bought the other day, thinking that it might save me from getting lost in the woods some time." "Oh! come along, old slow-poke, we're going to start There's Bumpus trying to screw his lips into a pucker right now, so he can blow the bugle. Ain't he got the grit, though, to attend to his business with that swollen face?"
You see all the time he had kept right on going, hop, hop, hipperty-hop. "Never mind," said Peter, "we can catch up with him easy enough, he's such a slow-poke." But even a slow-poke who keeps right on doing a thing without wasting any time always gets somewhere sooner or later, very often sooner than those who are naturally quicker, but who waste their time. So it was with Old Mr. Toad.
"Now tell me quickly," he cried, as I faltered, tongue-tied from very richness of matter. "Mademoiselle?" "Ah, mademoiselle!" I exclaimed. "Mademoiselle is " I paused in a dearth of words worthy of her. "She is, she is!" he agreed, laughing. "Oh, go on, you little slow-poke! You saw her? And she said " He was near to laying hands on me, to hurry my tale.
Abner was going to have the old carriage chopped up for kindlin' wood." "Lucky for him and us 'tain't chopped up now. Git dap, slow-poke! Better chop the horse up, too, while he's 'bout it." The last remark the Captain made under his breath. "My gracious, how dark it is! Think you can find the crossin'?" "GOT to find it; that's all. 'Tis dark, that's a fact." It was.
"I was afraid Miss Merton would put some old slow-poke there who wouldn't say 'boo' or pass notes or do anything to help the sophomore cause along." "I'm glad she put me near you," returned Mary affably. She had made up her mind to win friends. They would be indispensable to her now that all was over between her and Marjorie. "I don't imagine that tall girl is very sociable."
Wouldn't you love to read what they say? I'm going to get the papers as soon as the game's over." "Silly rot," mumbled Tom. They were waiting for the throng ahead to get through the doorway. When they followed Tom paused a moment in the hallway, his gaze following the striped legs of the Claflin players as they went up the stairs. Steve tugged at his arm. "Come on, slow-poke! What's the matter?"
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