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Did I? Say, we was plottin' so lively there for a spell, with our heads close together, that I can't tell for a fact which it was did get the idea first. But, anyway, when I'm busy at the Corrugated next mornin', openin' the first batch of mail and sortin' the junk from the important letters, I laid the mine.

Galusha came to life with astonishing quickness. "From from Nevada, did you say?" "Um-hm. I remember it real plain now. You see, it kind of caught my eye as I was sortin. We don't never get much mail from Nevada not in this office we don't never hardly. So when I see... Well, my good land!" The exclamation was caused by the unceremonious suddenness of Mr. Bangs' exit.

Robert ain't the kind of boss that goes around chucklin' casual, 'specially at a busy private sec. "Yes, sir?" says I, shoving back a tray full of correspondence I'm sortin'. "I heard something rather good, at luncheon, Torchy," says he. "On red hair, I expect," says I. "It wasn't quite so personal as that," says he. "Still, I think you'll be interested."

Well, this one had a book all tore apart an’ stuffed in between th’ front an’ back layers of hide. Th’ boys in th’ company, they got right interested in sortin’ out all them pages an’ puttin’ ’em in order agin, kinda like a game, Pa said. Pa, he never had much schoolin’, but he could read good an’ write an’ figger.

When I left here I went down to the store and hung around till the mail was sorted. Pat Starkey was doin' the sortin', Beriah bein' too upsot by Gertie's gettin' married to attend to anything. Pat called me to the mail window and handed me a letter. "'It's for Olive Edwards, he says. 'She's been expectin' one for a consider'ble spell, she told me, and maybe this is it.

"Sortin, sortin you can." "Who are you?" "Sam Wiggs o' Yonkers. Wat can I do for ye, mister?" The old fellow seemed honest enough, and as Harry glanced at the dirty hands, he saw nothing to excite his suspicions. "Are you a relative of Mr. ?" naming the farmer who owned the place on which they stood.

"Wal, then, the night afore he sailed, the Gineral he hed his lawyer up in his library there, a lookin' over all his papers and bonds and things, and a witnessing his will; and Master Jeff was there, as lively as a cricket, a goin' into all affairs, and offerin' to take precious good care while he was gone; and the Gineral he had his papers and letters out, a sortin' on 'em over, which was to be took to the old country, and which was to be put in a trunk to go back to Lawyer Dennis's office.

"Now, then," cried a voice, in reply to his whistle. "Plummy and slam," said the Dodger. This seemed to be a watchword, for a man at once appeared with a candle. "There's two on you," said the man. "Who's the t'other one, and where does he come from?" "A new pal from Greenland," replied Jack Dawkins. "Is Fagin upstairs?" "Yes, he's sortin the wipes. Up with you."

"Because I couldn't walk, I expect," the girl replied easily. The farm-wife shook a fat, warning finger at her. "Oh, ma'm miss that's wot he says! You jest wait till you've got more experience o' scallawags like him an' you'll sure know. Wot I sez is men's that full o' tricks wher' females is to be deceived it 'ud take 'em a summer vacation sortin' 'emselves out.

Yet it seemed to her that now, at last, she might break down and cry. The tone of olden friendliness was hard to bear, when no other voices answered. She could endure the silent house, but not the intercourse of a life so sadly changed. "There!" continued Mrs. Pike, with a nod, "I guess I know! You're tired to pieces with this pickin' and sortin', an' you're comin' over to dinner, both on ye.