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Ye see, we really have past all the six years so the's no harm in it. Milliken won't be hurt." Rebecca glanced at Phoebe, in whose face she found her own perplexity reflected. Then, throwing out her hands, as though pushing away her crowding mental obstructions, she cried: "There there! I can't get the hang of it. It's too much for me!"
Come here a minute," and she picked a thread off his sleeve and took the opportunity to turn him round for the purpose of giving him a thorough inspection. "That wa'n't what you said when you see me in my gold-plated harniss," remarked David, with a grin. "You didn't say nothin' putty to me." "Humph! I guess the's some diff'rence," observed Mrs. Bixbee with scorn, and her brother laughed.
"Ye see it says we're a-hummin' along at about one hundred an' thirty miles an hour." "My gracious!" cried Phoebe. "What if we was to hit something!" "Nothin' to hit," said Droop, with a smile. "Ye see, the's no sort o' use goin' any slower, an' besides, this quick travellin' keeps us warm." "Why, how's that?" "The sides o' the machine rubbin' on the air," said Droop. "That's so," Phoebe replied.
Droop's so tight he can't manage the machine, what'll we do. Here we are tied up to the North Pole " "Oh, drat the old Panchronicon!" cried Rebecca. Then rising in her wrath, she continued with energy: "The's one thing I'm goin' to do right this blessed minute. I'm goin' to draw a hull bucket o' cold water an' throw it over that mis'able critter in there!
I was never known by any other designation afterward, whether in the nation's talk or in grave debate upon matters of state at the council-board of the sovereign. That suited me. And it was a pretty high title. There were very few THE'S, and I was one of them. If you spoke of the duke, or the earl, or the bishop, how could anybody tell which one you meant?
"The's a band o' Injuns come th' day," added Richard Gray, "an' they reports fur rare plenty inside, as 'tis about here. An' I'm thinkin' Bob'll be doin' fine his first year in th' bush." "Oh, I'm hopin' I'm hopin' so for th' lad's sake an' Emily's. 'Tis how th' Lard's makin' a way for th' brave lad t' send Emily t' th' doctor an' he comes back safe."
"I never did," she replied. "What on the face of the green airth does it?" "Have ye any funny ones?" Phoebe asked, quickly, fearful of receiving a long scientific lecture. "Yes," said Droop. "Here's a nigger minstrels. The's some jokes in it."
If the's a thing on earth I enjoy doin' it's sure cookin'. Do you like yore aigs sunny side up or turned?" "Either way. Whichever you like, Mr. Green." "You're eatin' them," Johnnie reminded her with a grin. "On one side, then, please. Mr. Lindsay says you're a fine cook." "Sho! I'm no great shakes. Clay he jes' brags on me." "Lemme eat here in the kitchen.
"That's so, for a fact," assented Tode, then he added, thoughtfully, "The's one feller mebbe you could stay where he lives. He's got a mother, I know." "Oh if I only could, Tode! I'd work ever so hard," said Nan, earnestly. "You stay here an' I'll see 'f I can find him," said the boy. Then he turned back to add suspiciously, "Now don't ye clear out while I'm gone." Nan looked at him wonderingly.
"I'm not knowin' now who th' schooner belongs to," said he, "an' I'm not knowin' how t' find th' owner, I'm wonderin' what t' do with un." "Tis some trader owns un I'm thinkin'," Mrs. Gray suggested. "'Tis sure some trader," agreed Bob, "and the's a rare lot o' fur aboard she an' the's enough trader's goods t' stock a Post. Mr.
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