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"Well, I dunno," said the old man, thoughtfully, scratching his head; "I dunno, dat mout be de way; I neber hyeard it, do; but den I ain't sayin' tain't true, caze hit mout be de way; an' wat I'm er stan'in' by is dis, dat dat ain't de way I hyeard hit." "Tell us how you heard it, Uncle Bob," asked Diddie. "Well, hit all come 'long o' de jay bird," said Uncle Bob.
That was the principal burden of Jamesey's complaint, that there was no diversion in Ballymartin. "If you were to go up the street now," he said, "you'd see the fellas stan'in' at the corner, houl'in' up the wall, an' wonderin' what the hell to do with themselves, an' never gettin' no answer!..." "You never hear noan of the latest songs here," he complained again.
De leaves on de groun' 'uz so wet dey don't make no fuss, en I got in de woods, en w'enever I year de Yankees gwine by, I des stop in my tracks en let un pass. I wuz stan'in' dat away in de aidge er de woods lookin' out cross a clearin', w'en piff! out come a little bunch er blue smoke fum de top er wunner dem big lonesome-lookin' pines, en den pow!
"They wad be dull thanks, mem, that war thankit afore I kenned what for." "For allowing you to carry me ashore, of course." "Be thankit, mem, wi' a' my hert. Will I gang doon o' my knees?" "No. Why should you go on your knees?" "'Cause ye're 'maist ower bonny to luik at stan'in', mem, an' I'm feared for angerin' ye." "Don't say ma'am to me." "What am I to say, than, mem? I ask yer pardon, mem."
Pity the men that got up this war can't be made to do all the trampin' 'n' fitin'. An' them fellers up in old Injjeanny that come 'round makin' such red-hot speeches to git us boys to 'list, wouldn't it be fun to see 'em humpin' 'long with gun 'n' knapsack, 'n' chawin' hardtack, 'n' stan'in' guard nights, 'n' pourin' water on their blisters, 'n' pickin' graybacks off their shirts, 'n' p'leecin' camp, 'n' washin' their own clothes?"
Peace is surely a blessing frae Heaven no a guid wark demanded frae man; an' when it grows our duty to be in war, it's an ill thing to be in peace. Our Evangelicals are stan'in', puir folk, whar their faithers stood; an' if they maun either fight or be beaten frae their post, why, it's just their duty to fight.
"Gang an' tell them i' my name 'at I tak back ilka scart o' a nottice I ever gae ane o' them to quit, only we maun hae nae mair stan'in' o' honest fowk 'at comes to bigg herbors till them. Div ye think it wad be weel ta'en gien ye tuik a poun'-nott the piece to the twa women?" "I wadna du that, sir, gien I was you," answered Malcolm.
Well, the minister was stan'in' side of Isabel when the tarts was passed. He was sort o' shinin' up to her that night, an' I guess he felt a mite twittery; so when the tarts come to him, he reached out kind o' delicate, with his little finger straight out, an' tried to take one. An' a ring o' crust come off on his finger. Then he tried it ag'in, an' got another ring.
Corinne and Yvonne as they had lain every night since their earliest childhood. "Ah! oh! h'nn!" Mlle. Corinne sprang to an elbow, nervously whispering: "What is it?" "My back do'," he murmured, "stan'in' opem." "Oh, little boy, no, it cannot be! I bolt' it laz' evening when you was praying. You know?" "Yass'm, but it opem now; Marie Madeleine dess gone out thu it." Mlle.
I'm jest lettin' things go the way they've started, 'n' stan'in' to one side to see whar they'll fetch up, kind o' like Providence. I'm leavin' Miss Vildy a free agent, but I'm shapin' circumstances so 's to give her a chance. But, land! if I'd fixed up the thing to suit myself I couldn't 'a' managed it as Timothy hez, 'thout knowin' that he was managin' anything. Look at that letter bizness now!
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