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One set's as green as the other, exclaimed a boarder, who has never been identified. They're all Bloomers, said the young fellow called John. Why, measuring it with my thirty-foot tape, my dear, said I, I have worn a tape almost out on the rough barks of our old New England elms and other big trees. Don't you want to hear me talk trees a little now? That is one of my specialities.
"If they had the same efficiency with red tape that we humans have, he'd never have made it this far." Raynor Three actually smiled. "But you can count on them for that much inefficiency," he said, and his eyes twinkled for a moment at Bart. "That's how it was so easy to work the old double-shuffle trick on them.
Little Jim scowled, and grimaced at Dorothy, who excused herself to Bartley and went on making her purchases. They were really insignificant purchases some pins, some thread, and a roll of binding tape. Insignificant as they were, Bartley offered to carry them to the wagon for her. Dorothy declined his offer and took them to the wagon herself. "Now for that rifle," said Bartley.
It was perhaps half a mile to the communication trench and it took us half an hour of the hardest walking I have ever had to reach it. It had walls of slippery clay and a corduroyed bottom, but the corduroy was hidden beneath the mud left by thousands of feet. Telephone-wires, differentiated by tags of colored tape, ran down the sides.
I was at the tailor's on the main street, and the shells were falling just round his shop. "Thirty-eight, thirty-four," said the little Scot measuring. "There's the Dutch church gone. Forty-two, sixteen. There's the bank. Just hold the tape, mon, while I go and look. Oh, it's only the Town Hall!"
The good musician loves being a musician, the bad musician loves music. With such a pure and hopeless passion do I worship croquet. I love the game itself. I love the parallelogram of grass marked out with chalk or tape, as if its limits were the frontiers of my sacred Fatherland, the four seas of Britain. I love the mere swing of the mallets, and the click of the balls is music.
Philander left his spool-thread and tape, rushed into the street, and by his Long-Tail Blue, sed, "Let me kiss him for his Mother." Then, with patriotic jocularity, he inquired, "How is your High Daddy in the Morning?" to which Pomp of Cudjo's Cave replied, "That poor Old Slave has gone to rest, we ne'er shall see him more! But U.S.G. is the man for me, or Any other Man." Then he Walked Round.
He said little against Randal, "Pity a clever young man should pin his future to two yards of worn-out red tape;" "He had better lay hold of the strong rope, which the People, in compassion to his youth, were willing yet to throw out to save him from sinking," etc.
Still laughing, he held to her wrist with one hand, and with the other pulled down the shades. "This is good enough for me," he said. "At last at last," he whispered, "all the red tape is over, and I've got you to myself! Do you love me just a little, Honora?" "Of course I do," she faltered, still struggling, her face burning as from a fire. "Then what's the matter?" he demanded.
I serve my kind best by getting out of their way: that makes one less in the scramble." "I shouldn't expect you to sell tape or taffy, Jim. You could deal in a higher line of goods, and do it in your own way." "They don't want my goods, Bob, and I can't do it in my own way. I have tried not much, but enough to see.
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