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"There'll be only one on the job, if we are, and I'll keep him busy to-morrow morning. You go to the market as usual, then go into that big department store, Ahearn & McManus'. There's a mail chute there, next the notion counter on the ground floor. Buy a spool of thread or somethin', and while you're waitin' for change, drop the letter in the box.

"There'll have to be a crown o' some sort," remarked Hugh Morris. "You're right, lad," said Joe Binney. "It wouldn't do to make it o' pasteboard, would it? P'r'aps that 'ud be too like playin' at a game, an' tin would be little better." "What else can we make it of, boys?" said Malone, "we've got no goold here worse luck! but maybe the carpenter cud make wan o' wood.

'Why doesn't he curse the Pope an' 'a' done wi' it! one fellow said to another. 'That lad curse anybody! says the other one. 'Sure, he'd near boak himself if he done the like of that! Aye, there's a lot of bletherin' about the Volunteers, but all the same I don't like the look o' things, an' if they're not careful there'll be bother.

Being a broker, he's quite likely to know about such things, and can tell us what to do. This is quite a lot of money to lose, I wonder how we can find the owner?" "Advertise?" "Maybe there'll be a notice in the post office." "It can't have been here very long. Perhaps we'll meet whoever it belongs to, coming back to look for it," spoke Grace.

Advancing to within a few feet of the master-mahout, she stood facing him, teetering her whole body from side to side, swinging her chain as she rolled. Horace flashed away and ran in among the massed elephants and mahouts. Coming back to Skag, he said breathlessly: "A mahout says the other one went before we came! That means, if Nut Kut comes there'll be no one to manage him.

"I wonder whether there'll be stewed perch to-day," he thought. "And mightn't one treat oneself to asparagus, as it's midsummer-day?" He strolled past the high wall of the Government Bakery.

"Oh!" answered the lad, "I only wished to ask you to be so good as to let me have back that meal you took from me on the safe steps, for we haven't much to live on; and if you're to go on snapping up the morsel we have there'll be nothing for it but to starve."

"It's a little better'n two o'clock, sir; you've had a tidy sleep. The tide's pretty near down, and the moon's a-nigh off the water. By than you get alongside there'll likely be a bit o' mist on the water crep up from the eastud with the sun." The boy slipped off his clothes, shivering. "Where's Mr. Joy?" "He came in from the Wish just on midnight. 'No Knapp yet? says he.

It was dear of you to ask me and I'd love to go to Bolingbroke some day. But I can't go this year I MUST go home. You don't know how my heart longs for it." "You won't have much of a time," said Phil scornfully. "There'll be one or two quilting parties, I suppose; and all the old gossips will talk you over to your face and behind your back. You'll die of lonesomeness, child."

"There'll be many a captive sighing, In a bondage long and dire; There'll be blood in many a corn-field, And many a house a-fire. "And the Papist priests the tidings Unto all the tribes will send; They'll point to Newiehawannock, 'So the English treat their friend! "Let the Lord's anointed servants Cry aloud against this wrong, Till Sir Edmund take his Mohogs Back again where they belong.