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"'Well, says the bluebird, 'ef you see a bummelybee, don't you let nobody take his honey from him, fur he's a pertickeler fren' of mine. He was sorter shamed to let on to the squirl how nigh chawmed he was. "'I promise, cross my heart, says the squirl, and Mr. Bluebird flown off. "Aftern awhile, up flown Mr. Bummely, and smack behind him comes a little boy layin' out to git his honey. "Mr.
"I laid out to tell more, soon ez my tongue got rested." "Rest it then, and go on," said Dimple, settling back against a chair, with her hands behind her head. "Well," said Bubbles, going on with her story, "the wass he flown off, and the bluebird he flown off, and after a while the bluebird he met a squirl. 'Howdy? says he. 'Howdy, says the squirl. 'How's all to yo' house?
After ten minutes' active crawling I found myself in the heart of the forest. It reached all about me on every side for hundreds of miles. All around me was the unbroken stillness of the woods. Not a sound reached my ear save the twittering of a squirrel, or squirl, in the branches high above my head or the far-distant call of a loon hovering over some woodland lake.
"'Wen yo' see a pig agoin' along Widder straw en de sider 'is mouf, It'll be a tuhble winter, En yo' bettuh move down Souf." He jumped up and dashed into a breakdown, clattering the bones, and screeching: "'Squirl he got a bushy tail, Possum's tail am bah, Raccoon's tail am ringed all roun' Touch him ef yo dah! Rabbit got no tail at all, Cep a little bit o' bunch o' hah."
Bummely he flown along and went to hide hissef in a big flower. That's jess what the boy wanted. 'Now I've got yuh, says he, but he was too forward, fur the squirl clim' down the tree and popped onto the boy's haid jess ez he was gwine to take off his hat to ketch Mr. Bummely, and Mr. Bummely he flown off, and Mr. Squirl he laugh, and Mr. Boy he got mad, and made tracks fur home, and that's all."
"Ef I des' tuhn my haid, sumpin' bound ter happen, 'n' happen dat minute! Dar now! You ain' hut er mite, honey, 'n' you's still got de goober fer de squirl. Come mek yo' manners to de gineral!" Released, the two went on. "Have you seen Edward?" "Yes. Three days ago pagan, insouciant, and happy! The men adore him. Fauquier is here to-day." "Oh! I have not seen him for so long "
It wasn't the best o' walking, for logs were thick, and the grape-vines tript me some; and I had to nod and squirl for the staddles and limbs. I went, I should reckon, about three miles from where I shot and skinned the painter, and the last half-mile was clearer of logs and underwood; and let in a flash of sunshine now and then, and I thought I was coming to an opening.
He had a kind of divination about it. There was a certain kind of man that Jeff would size up sideways as he stropped the razor, and in whose ear he would whisper: "I see where Saint Louis has took four straight games off Chicago," and so hold him fascinated to the end. In the same way he would say to Mr. Smith: "I see where it says that this 'Flying Squirl' run a dead heat for the King's Plate."
"Horace, my son, do you really feel equal to the task of taking this tuft of feathers to New York?" "I don't know why not, father; I'm willing to try." "Horace has good courage," said Grace, shaking her auburn curls like so many exclamation points. "I never could! I never would! I'd as soon have the care of a flying squirrel!" "Hollis never called me a squirl," said Fly, demurely.
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