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"It is a wise thought, and a good one, cousin. "You are rich, indeed," answered Brant; "sometime you must tell me how and where you came by it." "Here in Leyden, if one can afford to pay for them, such goods are not hard to get," said Dirk; "what is hard is to keep them safely, for to be found with a Bible in your pocket is to carry your own death-warrant." Brant nodded.
Niburg, then, was the spy of the cathedral. Nikky reflected. Suddenly he saw a way out. It was, he afterward proclaimed, not his own thought. It came to him like a message. He burned a candle to his patron saint, sometime later, for it. "The man Niburg had had an unfortunate experience, sir.
"And that miserable man let us drive into it without warning!" "If I's big enough," said Robert Day, "I'd go back and thrash him." "It ill becomes us," rebuked Grandma Padgett, "to give place to wrath after escaping from peril. But if this is the trap he sets for his house on the hill, I hope he has been caught in it himself sometime!" "Where'll we go now?"
"Well, I am young and strong I can work, and sometime, perhaps, I shall understand why I am here what special niche I am to fill; though at present nothing but a blank wall seems to loom up before me.
I stood sometime outside the enclosure listening to the members who were in earnest debate over a question concerning the size of mining claims. They wanted them uniform in size all over the state, but there was some opposition, and the debate on this occasion was between the members from the mining counties on one side and the "cow" counties on the other.
But the sight of it aroused Mrs. Thomas's curiosity, and after glancing at it once or twice over the top of her own letters, she could not forbear to ask: "Ain't you going to read your letter, Sadie?" "Mebbe. Sometime. By an' by. When I get good an' ready," returned the gypsy indifferently and abstractedly, squinting with one eye down the barrel of her gun. "What do I want with letters?
He discovered at the same moment that the sun was striking sparks of light from a thousand snow crystals. It was a good world, if one only looked for the evidence of it. "The latchstring is always oot for you at the hame of Angus McRae. Will you no' drap in for a crack the nicht?" asked the trapper. "Not to-night. Sometime. I'll see."
With words I was safe; I could learn any number of words by heart, and sometime or other they would pop out of the medley, clothed with meaning. Chelsea, I read, was bounded on all sides "bounded" appealed to my imagination by various things that I had never identified, much as I had roamed about the town.
In spite of all prohibition, she broke away from under the trees and darted off towards the rocks on the side of the notch opposite the mine. It was only a minute before Ha-ha-pah-no followed her, with no idea of bringing her back, whatever she said to the rest on starting. "See fight. Squaw shoot, too, sometime. Na-tee-kah heap brave."
Esther carried off a subdued and silent Jane to bed. "Esther," whispered Jane as her sister bent to kiss her, "why do lovely, lovely days always end so badly?" "They don't, Janie." The child sighed. "Mine do. I never had a perfect day in all my life." "You will have. Every one has perfect days sometime." "Have you, Esther?" "Yes, dear." Jane looked up sleepily. "Perhaps mine will come to-morrow!"
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