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'Thin I'll sodder it up agin wid the help uv the priest, says I. 'That ye will not do, says she; 'wance broken, 'tis broke beyond mendin'. 'Go an wid ye, Mary Haggarty darlin', says I, laughin' in her face, 'hivin is y'r home. 'Yes, I'll be goin' there, William Connor, says she, 'I'll be goin' there betimes, I hope. 'How will it be? says I; 'be fire or wateer, Mary darlin'? says I. 'Ye shall know whin it comes, says she, wid a quare look in her eye."
I'll give ye ten pounds, good English gold. My God, boys! My ol' hide is leakin' bad." He turned to the man who had been washing and binding his wounds. "Sodder me up best ye kin. I got to last till I see the Father." Solomon and other men in the old army had often used the word "Father" in speaking of the Commander-in-Chief. It served, as no other could, to express their affection for him.
He had a good deal of judgment, Daniel had, and knew just when to use 'soft sodder, and when not to. On the road that he traveled there lived a widow woman, who had the reputation of being as ugly, cross-grained a critter as ever lived. People used to say that it was enough to turn milk sour for her even to look at it. Well, it so happened that Daniel had never called there.
Bain and O'Reilly with compliments at our expense, etc. "I would now suggest that, if you are willing, we give Mr. Daily a temperate article on the rise and progress of telegraphs, asserting claims for yourself, and, as I must father the article, give the Vails and New Jersey all the 'sodder' they are entitled to, and a little more, if you can spare it.
"God commands not impossibilities," he bursts out, "and all the ecclesiastical glue that Liturgy or Laymen can compound is not able to sodder up two such incongruous natures into the one flesh of a true beseeming marriage."
Ralph Hartsook," said Bud. "You don't come no gum games over me with your saft sodder and all that. I've made up my mind. You've got to promise to leave these 'ere digging, or I've got to thrash you." "You'll have to thrash me, then," said Ralph, turning a little pale, but remembering the bulldog. "But you'll tell me what It's all about, won't you?" "You know well enough.
He cheats in everything, and cheats everybody. Thar's not an old woman in the country that don't say her prayers back'ards when she thinks of Jared Bunce. Thar's his tin-wares and his wood-wares his coffeepots and kettles, all put together with saft sodder that jest go to pieces, as ef they had nothing else to do. He's been at this business, in these diggings, now about three years.
'Thin I'll sodder it up agin wid the help uv the priest, says I. 'That ye will not do, says she; 'wance broken, 'tis broke beyond mendin'. 'Go an wid ye, Mary Haggarty darlin', says I, laughin' in her face, 'hivin is y'r home. 'Yes, I'll be goin' there, William Connor, says she, 'I'll be goin' there betimes, I hope. 'How will it be? says I; 'be fire or wateer, Mary darlin'? says I. 'Ye shall know whin it comes, says she, wid a quare look in her eye."
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