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"Dot vould be a real funny picture, alretty yet!" he went on in his favorite character of a Dutch comedian. "Preak your neck, Mr. Sneed, und let Russ make der picture." "Ha! I think I see myself!" exclaimed the "grouch," as he looked for a seaweed-cushioned rock whereon to sit. "There's been a lot of trouble today, but, mark my words, there'll be more before we have finished.
The mutability of the affairs of the most immutable of human beings! This reflection was cut short by observing the stare of blank amazement on Nick Peters's face. "Road!" he said. "Thar ain't no road." "They air app'inted ter lay out an' report on openin' one," explained Persimmon Sneed.
Sneed, you are to go in the small boat first." Some of the sailors on board the yacht prepared to lower a boat from the davits, but Pepper Sneed held back. "Do I have to get into that small boat?" he asked, dubiously. "Certainly!" replied Mr. Pertell. "There is no danger." "No danger!" cried Pepper Sneed. "What! In that small boat? Look at the waves!" and he pointed over the side.
As she walked up the street, on her way home, she encountered Master Simon Sneed, who, with the dignity and stateliness of a merchant prince, was lugging a huge bundle of goods to the residence of some customer. "I am glad to see you, Simon," said Katy. "Have you seen your friend the mayor?" "I am sorry to inform you, Katy, that a press of business has prevented my calling on his honor."
"No, sir; there was one of your friends with me," replied she with a simple smile. "One of my friends?" "Yes, sir; and he promised to see you about it." "I am afraid you have been imposed upon, Katy." "No, sir; he has often spoken to me about his friend the mayor." "But who was he?" "Master Simon Sneed." "Sneed? Sneed?" mused the mayor. "Yes, sir; Master Simon Sneed." "Master? What is he?
I have gone through many hardships and dangers acting in moving pictures for you, but I draw the line at Florida." "Why, I think it's perfectly lovely there!" exclaimed Miss Pearl Pennington, a chum of Miss Dixon. "Do you call alligators lovely?" asked Mr. Pepper Sneed, who was known as "the actor with the grouch." He was always finding fault. "Lovely alligators!" he sneered.
Yet, not wishing to appear too eager, he said nothing until he arrived at the corner of the fence. Then he turned and pointed. "Them's my hosses the gray and the buckskin. I'm mighty glad you caught 'em up." Sneed nodded. "One of my boys found them in with a bunch of my stock and run them in here."
"Yes, we are all going," went on Mr. Pertell. "I think " "One moment, if you please!" interrupted a middle-aged actor whose face seemed to indicate that he lived more on vinegar than on the milk of human kindness. "We are not all going, if you please, Mr. Pertell." "Who is not going, Mr. Sneed, pray?" the manager wanted to know. "I, for one.
It is nothing much, any way. The Misses Sneed won't call on me, that's all." The old man knit his brows and thoughtfully scratched his chin. "Won't call?" he echoed helplessly. "No. They think I'm not good enough to associate with them, I suppose." The bushy eyebrows came down until they almost obscured the eyes, and a dangerous light seemed to scintillate out from under them.
That is, it must not be steered too suddenly to one side, for it has a propensity to "skid" worse than an automobile. This was what happened in the case of Mr. Sneed. He turned the steering wheel suddenly, the bobsled slewed to one side, and, in another instant, had upset. "Oh, dear!" "We'll be killed!" These two expressions came respectively from Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon.
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