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It says in the story that 'Ronald Macdonald' that was his name was as handsome as a young Greek god and, though lowly in station, he would have adorned a title had it been his. "Margaret got to doin' some thinkin' about herself, and wonderin' why it was she didn't seem to age none.
"You say you knew I had spotted you; you might have known that I'd be ready for you." "I kind o' hoped you would," he said, drawling the words. "Yes; I sure did hope ye would not but what I'm thinkin' I could 'a' done it alone." "Done what alone? What are you driv "
"Then another man at the table who had a head three sizes too big for him talked a lot of stuff I couldn't foller, and the man next me said he was the brainiest man in New York. He looked as if he had indigestion and he didn't eat nothin', and I couldn't help thinkin' that a good reliable set of insides would be more use to him than any quantity of brains, but I didn't say it."
"'Twill be fine for you lads to set some rabbit snares this evenin'," suggested Skipper Zeb, when dinner was finished. "Rabbit stew would make fine eatin'. Whilst you're gone, I'll be snuggin' up and makin' things tidy around the house. Comin' Monday I'll start settin' up the traps on my path, and I'm thinkin' to take you lads with me on the first round I makes.
For a moment the girl was silent; then, a little bitterly she said: "'Twas because I knew a girl once, and I was thinkin' of her. She came from my town, and she was pretty and good, but she wa'n't over strong. For a year we pulled together, sharin' the same room, boiling our eggs over the same gas-jet, and eatin' our hash and fish balls for supper at the same cheap restaurant.
A pin dropping would have sounded like a tin wash boiler rolling downstairs in the silence which fell upon the office of the Hinds House. Uncle Bill, looking serenely at the circle of tense faces, continued to smoke while he took his own time to reply. "I'm a thinkin'," puff-puff "that when you sink a hundred feet below the surface," puff-puff "you won't git a damn thing."
As fishing was a mania with Manson, and as his opportunities had been limited to the peaceful seclusion of brooks, or the calm waters of mill ponds, it is needless to say that he admitted he was fond of that sport. "Frank tells me," continued the captain with blunt directness, "that ye have got a sweetheart ye left to come here visitin', but ye best quit thinkin' 'bout her if ye go fishin'."
The arm holding the coat about the lady's shoulder tightened just a little. The Captain had often dreamed of something like this, but never with quite these surroundings. However, he was rapidly becoming oblivious to such trivial details as surroundings. "Pashy," he said huskily, "I've been thinkin' of you consider'ble lately.
"Why, you surely ain' thinkin' of you'-self as a hero? She wasn't really a-drowndin', you pie-biter." He rested his serious glance upon the alkali. "She's not likely to have forgot that mix-up, though. I guess I'll not remind her about grippin' me, and all that. She wasn't the kind a man ought to josh about such things. She had a right clear eye."
His answers don't seem to tell you nothin', to my order of thinkin', an' that one about the pickles struck me just like a slap in my face." "I'd never " said Mrs. Lathrop. "Nor me neither. If I want to know I come to you." "And I " said Mrs. Lathrop warmly. "I know you would," said her friend, "whatever faults you've got, Mrs. Lathrop, I'd always feel that about you." Mrs.
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