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"Maw says all you fellows are jealous 'cause he talks so pretty and wears such stylish clothes." "We might, too, if we got 'em like he done," Joe began, then checked himself. "Say, Mittie, why don't yer maw like me?" "She says you haven't got any school education and don't talk good grammar." "Don't I talk good grammar?" asked Joe anxiously. "I don't know," said Mittie; "that's what she says.
'For which of us is best off, I wonder, quoth Mrs Jarley, 'she or me! It's only talking, when all is said and done, and if she talks of me in the stocks, why I can talk of her in the stocks, which is a good deal funnier if we come to that. Lord, what does it matter, after all! So ended Mrs Jarley's wrath, which subsided long before the going down of the sun.
He's got the most beautiful eyes, and he wea's his hai' in a bang, and he talks English like it was something else, and his name's Mr. Beaton." "Did he-ask for me?" said Alma, with a dreamy tone. She put her hand on the stairs rail, and a little shiver ran over her. "Didn't I tell you? Of coase he did!
Peter learned a good deal about the Ross family in those talks with Jan. She was very frank about her affairs, told him what money she had and how it was invested.
Godolphin was not prepared for a conversation of this order; and Saville, in a somewhat more serious air, continued: "Every person, Godolphin, talks about the world. The world! it conveys different meanings to each, according to the nature of the circle which makes his world. But we all agree in one thing, the worldliness of the world.
So this is what comes of bringing sick sailors home one's own boys must be catching the infection. Little monkey, he talks as wisely as if he were forty! He is really set on it, do you think, Margaret? I'm afraid so!" "I think so," said Margaret; "I don't think he ever has it out of his mind!"
Of co'se, Sonny, he bein' at home, an' she bein' his company, why, he talks constant, an' she'll glance up at him sort o' sideways occasional. Wife an' me, we find it ez much ez we can do, sometimes, to hold in; we feel so tickled over their cunnin' little ways together.
She saw that he spoke with deliberate quietness, as if he were training himself thereto. "Yes," she made answer. "He wouldn't stay." "He couldn't," said Piers. "He is going to be ordained tomorrow." "Oh, is he?" she said in surprise. "He never told me!" "He wouldn't," said Piers. "He never talks about himself." He moved his hand slightly towards her. "Won't you sit down?" She glanced round.
By-and-by you will understand more and more my reason." 'Then came the talks that you too may experience when dealing with some neglected child in London, or it may be in the country; but which, under the cocoa-nut tree, with dark naked men, have a special impressiveness.
I know a clever man who talks interestingly for fifteen minutes about the old-fashioned practice of offering a woman the hand to lead her in to dinner, and whether or not that custom was more courteous and graceful than our modern way of proceeding. The question is often asked, "What should guests talk about at a dinner?"
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