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They're just as pretty as they can be, and boys always like pretty girls." "Oh, dear," sighed Polly; "how nice it would be to be pretty!" "Why, you aren't so bad, Polly." And Molly surveyed her with frank criticism. "If only your nose wasn't quite so puggy, and you didn't have quite so many freckles, you'd be real good-looking.
Slowly and calmly he next surveyed the top and sides, and comprehended all the meaning of the diminished height of the former, as well as of the gradual approximation of the latter. The contracted dimensions of his mysterious prison were now too gross and palpable to be the juggle of his heated imagination.
He surveyed and valued their lands, and soon discovered that all their farms were grossly underlet. Luckily most of the leases were run out. He prepared a new rent roll, and showed it Aubertin, now his fast friend.
"I say, boys, I can't stand this," burst out Billy. "Open the door and let them out." Billy's words brought murmured echoes of approval from Pete and Honey. "You've got to stand it," Frank said in a tone of command. He surveyed his mutinous crew with a stern look of authority. "I can't do it," Honey admitted. "I feel sick," Pete groaned.
"Follow me up this, very quietly," he said to those behind him. "Up to the third landing." They did as he bid them. At the third landing Barney felt for the latch he knew was there he was on familiar ground now. Finding it he pushed open the door it held in place, and through a tiny crack surveyed the room beyond. It was vacant. The American threw the door wide and stepped within.
I surveyed this man, as he turned himself about, and concluded, that the tailor who worked for him had been threatened with a specimen of his art, if he stinted him in cloth; for the skirts of his coat were ample, terminating in an inclined plane, the corners in front being much lower than the middle of the robe behind; the buttons on the hips were nearly pistol shot asunder.
Through a friend who was an old army acquaintance of Powell's I secured an interview in Chicago, whither I went for the purpose. Its character was a good illustration of the explorer's quick decision. As I advanced towards him he rose to his feet, surveyed me with a lightning glance, and said heartily, "Well, Fred, you'll do."
The uninvited guest surveyed the young man with more composure than he had been able to command when he looked at the girl. Etienne Provancher had fortified him with some valuable information. "Mr. Richard Dodd, I'll apologize and walk out of here after you have explained to me why you have faked up into a parson one Dennis Burke, late of the state prison, to officiate at weddings."
He had scarcely perceived him, and nodded to several of his particular friends among the crowd, when a side-door opened, and Mr Whyte, with an angry expression on his countenance, strode up to the fireplace, planted himself before it, with his legs apart and his hands behind him, while he silently surveyed the group. "So," he began, "you have asked to speak with me; well, here I am.
Great big suge ones wiv great big suge shells. I put 'em in a tin for presents an' they've gotten out an' I've gotten no presents for nobody." He relapsed into despondency. William surveyed the hall. "They've got out right enough!" he said, sternly. "They've got out right enough. Jus' look at our hall! Jus' look at our clothes! They've got out right enough."
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