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"Aunt Minerva is a-makin' me some nightshirts an' she ain't takin' no notice of nothin' else." They tiptoed stealthily around the house to the back-yard, but found the hen-house door locked. "Can't you get the key?" asked the younger child. "Naw, I can't," replied the other boy, "but you can git in th'oo this-here little hole what the chickens goes in at, whiles I watches fer Aunt Minerva.
"And have grown folks laughing fit to pop their sides open? I'm 'shame' to go anywheres now 'cause folks all time telling me when I'm going to dye some more Easter eggs! Naw, we better not holler," said Jimmy. "Ain't you going to do nothing, Billy?" "I'll jest slide down this-here post and git the painter man to bring his ladder back. Y' all wait up here."
Larkin without you hinting at a lynchin' party!" "Just you say what you'll have and hold your horses!" Jim chuckled. "I'm acting under instructions, the same that brought Mr. Larkin and this-here young man down from New York, and Hen Bailey in from his hacienda; the orders of Gentleman Geoff's Billie, by God!" "Billie! She ain't you don't mean she's comin' back?" Ben cried joyfully.
The child's sleepy eyes popped wide open at this astounding command. "Ain't this-here Wednesday?" he asked sharply. "Yes; to-day is Wednesday. Hurry up or your water will get cold." "Well, me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln jest washed las' Sat'day. We ain't got to wash no mo' till nex' Sat'day," he argued. "Oh, yes," said his relative; "you must bathe every day."
Aside from overheating, bum lights, thin upholstery, faulty ignition, tissue-paper brake-bands, and this-here special aviation engine, specially built for a bumble-bee, it's what the catalogues call a powerful brute!" Claire and her father stayed at the chain of hotels through the Park. Milt was always near them, but not at the hotels. He patronized one of the chains of permanent camps.
"And I know 'Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll ground his bones to make me bread," said Lina. "This-here tale," continued Billy, glueing his big eyes to those of the little stranger, "is one Tabernicle learnt fer a speech at school.
From all I can hear she's in everything and behind everything that looks like a reform lot more than most folks realize. She lets Mrs. Reverend Warren, the president of this-here Thanatopsis Club, think she's running the works, but Miss Sherwin is the secret boss, and nags all the easy-going dames into doing something. But way I figure it out You see, I'm not interested in these dinky reforms.
"The kid, he'll maybe help us out on that there. I wisht Sudden'd take a notion to turn 'em all over to this-here sky-ridin' fool " And the "sky-ridin' fool," at that moment carefully reading his order over the third time, honestly believed that he was watching over the interests of the Rolling R, and was respected and would presently be envied by all who heard his name.
"Oh, now," said Penhallow, "we are in for a discussion on special Providences. I can't stand it to-night; I want something more definite. My manager says sometimes, 'I want to close out this-here business. Now I want to close out this abominable business about my poor Josiah. You and your aunt, John, have been, as you may know, breaking the law of your country "
"I can clam' down this-here post," said the responsible party. "I can climb down it, too," seconded Frances. "You can't clam' down nothing at all," said Jimmy contemptuously. "Talk 'bout you can clam' down a post; you'd fall and bust yourself wide open; you 'bout the clumsiest girl there is; 'sides, your legs 're too fat." "We can holla," was Lina's suggestion.
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