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An overdressed woman is not so pleasing as she might be, but at any rate she is better than the oil of vitriol squirter, whose profession it is to teach young ladies to avoid vanity by spoiling their showy silks and satins. The Lady was the first of our party who was invited to look through the equatorial.
Satisfied that he had learned all he could, Fibsy continued his round of drug-store visits, in an ever-widening circle, but got no information on any henbane sales whatever. "Nothin' doin'," he told himself. "Whoever squirted that henbane from that squirter into that ear brought said henbane from a distance, which, to my mind, indicates a far-seeing and intelligent reasoning power."
It had a double entrance gate, and from this portal the drive started off for the house door, but deliberately avoided reaching the house door until it had wandered in curves over the entire garden. That was the Georgian touch! The modern touch was shown in Councillor Cotterill's bay windows, bath-room and garden squirter.
Think about it. The projector can't go on operating forever when a clock reaches nine, can it? It must need servicing and resetting." "And loading with methyl chloride to squirt at us?" "Too true." Rick had wondered about that. "But how does the chemical squirter work? Where is it? The projector must be close to the Blue Ghost, if the chemical came from the same place." Scotty laughed.
An overdressed woman is not so pleasing as she might be, but at any rate she is better than the oil of vitriol squirter, whose profession it is to teach young ladies to avoid vanity by spoiling their showy silks and satins. The Lady was the first of our party who was invited to look through the equatorial.
The blacksmith's makin' a squirter to go on the bar'l." "Very well, put it wherever you wish. I sha'n't use it." "I wouldn't overlook nothin', if I was you," said Willie, in even milder tones than Stover had used. "You overwhelm me with these little attentions," retorted Mr. Speed. "Where you goin' to run to-day?" inquired the first speaker. "I don't know. Why?"
The work was progressing finely, without more than the usual amount of slop and misdirected effort, when a violent tooting from the direction of the highway caused me to stop, and Ian dropped the squirter that I had newly filled for his turn, upon the grass border, while he and Richard scurried toward the gateway to see what was the matter, for the sound was like the screech of an automobile horn in distress.
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