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This intelligence deepened the anxious expression on Mrs. Dunbar's face. "His dog is here," said she, in a tremulous voice. "His dog!" said Hugo. "Oh yes; he's ben out dar all de mornin'. Dunno what de matta wid dat ar animal at all. Stands dar like a gravy statoo." For the rest of that day Mrs. Dunbar was restless and distressed. She wandered aimlessly about the house.
One of my friends had a little marble statuette of Cupid in the parlor of his country-house, bow, arrows, wings, and all complete. A visitor, indigenous to the region, looking pensively at the figure, asked the lady of the house "if that was a statoo of her deceased infant?" What a delicious, though somewhat voluminous biography, social, educational, and aesthetic in that brief question!
"I've bin kalklatin'," said Dick Mattingly, leaning on his long-handled shovel with lazy gravity, "that when I go to Rome this winter, I'll get one o' them marble sharps to chisel me a statoo o' some kind to set up on the spot where we made our big strike. Suthin' to remember it by, you know."
"Better mix it up, I reckon have suthin' half statoo, half fountain," interposed the elder Mattingly, better known as "Maryland Joe," "and set it up afore the Town Hall and Free Library I'm kalklatin' to give. Do THAT, and you can count on me."
"What kind o' statoo Washington or Webster?" asked one of the Kearney brothers, without looking up from his work. "No I reckon one o' them fancy groups one o' them Latin goddesses that Fairfax is always gassin' about, sorter leadin', directin' and bossin' us where to dig."
What deceivin'! For, shure, right here in me pocket I've got a friend Mr. Charles Dickens!" On almost every visit he would have some such surprise. Or perhaps he would fetch in just a bit of news. "I hear they're thinkin' o' raisin' a statoo o' Colonel Roosevelt at the Sixth Avenoo entrance to Central Park," he told Johnnie one day. "And I'm informed it's t' be Roosevelt the Rough Rider.
One of my friends had a little marble statuette of Cupid in the parlor of his country-house, bow, arrows, wings, and all complete. A visitor, indigenous to the region, looking pensively at the figure, asked the lady of the house "if that was a statoo of her deceased infant?" What a delicious, though somewhat voluminous biography, social, educational, and aesthetic in that brief question!
So with him we have played that game which has vanquished so many guides for us imbecility and idiotic questions. These creatures never suspect they have no idea of a sarcasm. He shows us a figure and says: "Statoo brunzo." We look at it indifferently and the doctor asks: "By Michael Angelo?" "No not know who." Then he shows us the ancient Roman Forum. The doctor asks: "Michael Angelo?"
So with him we have played that game which has vanquished so many guides for us imbecility and idiotic questions. These creatures never suspect they have no idea of a sarcasm. He shows us a figure and says: "Statoo brunzo." We look at it indifferently and the doctor asks: "By Michael Angelo?" "No not know who." Then he shows us the ancient Roman Forum. The doctor asks: "Michael Angelo?"
One of my friends had a little marble statuette of Cupid in the parlor of his country-house, bow, arrows, wings, and all complete. A visitor, indigenous to the region, looking pensively at the figure, asked the lady of the house "if that was a statoo of her deceased infant?" What a delicious, though somewhat voluminous biography, social, educational, and aesthetic in that brief question!
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