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But, by luck, I happen to think that I have my old logarithm-book in my pocket you know, the one that's bound in black patent-leather. Looks sorta as if it might be a prayer-book or somethin' like that. Anyway, the widow, bein' a frawg widow, I figgered how she'd think maybe it was a Yank Bible issued special to the A.E.F. and condensed like malted milk or somethin'.
I'm sorta lookin' out for all of them, you know, actin' as Miss Helen's foreman now." Helen was unutterably tickled. The effect of his speech upon Bo was stupendous. He had disarmed her.
Nolak, holding the camel in frank admiration. "If you have a friend he could be part of it. You see there's sorta pants for two people. One pair is for the fella in front, and the other pair for the fella in back. The fella in front does the lookin' out through these here eyes, an' the fella in back he's just gotta stoop over an' folla the front fella round." "Put it on," commanded Perry.
But Jake kep' a-pesterin' me to go in with him an' do some cattle runnin' on the quiet. There was money in it pretty good money an' yore maw was sick an' needed to go to Denver. Jake, he advanced the money, an' o' course I had to work in with him to pay it back. I was sorta driven to it, looks like." He stopped to mop a perspiring face with a bandanna. Tolliver was not enjoying himself.
It ain't that she says so much as that she's always meanin' it underneath, everything, that gets my goat! It's sorta like having a piece of God round with you all the time watching you. You kinda hate to be enjoyin' yerself fer fear she won't think yer doin' it accordin' to the Bible." Lizzie hurtled into the hall and brought back her coat, fumbling in the pocket. "Yes, here 'tis ma!
People that do that sort of things are not bad. I feel sorry for 'em." "Well, yer sorrow is sorta misplaced; they're havin' the time of their young lives. Hulls is a-gettin' out of a mess that had no other outlet; Maizie is to see a lot of new scenery en will git to he'p Archie spend the money; Ugly is a-gittin' to hang around Maizie while he eats at least two steady meals a day.
"Nobody's fooled me," she added with a nervous laugh. "I was just feelin' sorta dumpish, I reckon." "You mustn't brood, you know," consoled Ruth. "It ruins character." "What's character?" "Why why," hesitated Ruth, "the thing that makes you yourself apart from every other person; your reputation; the good that is in you the good you feel." "I ain't got any," said the girl, morosely, grimly.
In the sunshine of three o'clock Clark Darrow chugging painfully along Jackson Street was hailed by the Jelly-bean, who stood on the curb with his fingers in his vest pockets. "Hi!" called Clark, bringing his Ford to an astonishing stop alongside. "Just get up?" The Jelly-bean shook his head. "Never did go to bed. Felt sorta restless, so I took a long walk this morning out in the country.
Well, th' bunch sorta interduced, or tried t' interduce, Old John t' Will Curley.
She was a-grinnin' sorta slylike, as though somethin' pleased her." When Lawler returned to the Circle L ranchhouse he found that Mary had gone East, to school. She had left for Willets on the second day following Lawler's departure; and Mrs. Lawler had already received two letters from her. Mrs.
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