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Jumping up, he fairly shoved the man from his seat, and proceeded to play the treble with more brilliancy and power than its composer. When he struck the last octave, he sprang up, yelling with delight: "Um's got him, Massa! um's got him!" cheering and rolling about the stage. The cheers of the audience for the boys especially did not wait to clap excited him the more.
"Oh, did um buy some tandy for um's 'ittle Tatleen?" mocked Danny. "I want some," said Celia Jane. "Mother, make Jerry give me some candy." "It was cough drops for Kathleen," said Jerry. "Where'd you get the money?" Danny demanded sharply. "Found it after you ran home first to ask for fifty cents to see the circus," Jerry explained. "Gee, I never find nothing!" ejaculated Danny. "How much was it?"
There's never been three men at once in those fiend-forsaken pinnacles before. Hey! S'pose they've struck it rich, like we did?" "I'm afraid not," sighed Pete. "You toddle along and wash um's paddies. She's most ripe." With a green-wood poker he lifted the lid from the bake-oven.
Besides, Auntie never did have any use for this Mrs. Butt anyway and hardly speaks to her civil when she meets her. Now Auntie is squirmin' in her chair and I can guess how her fingers are itchin' to rescue the youngster. "Um precious 'ittle sweetums, ain't oo?" gurgles Mrs. Butt, rootin' him in the stomach with her nose. "Won't um let me tiss um's tweet 'ittle pinky winky toes?"
"Does you?" said Katie, kindly, "then I'll frow you one;" and she did it from the tips of her clean fingers. "But piggy's velly dirty," said she, wiping her lips on her apron. "Don't they wath him?" said Charlie; "they wath theep." "Um isn't a sheep," returned Katie; "um's a pig." "But your gwampa could wath him." "No, gampa couldn't; gampa's deaf.
He has been ringing the bells of the houses, and requesting females to accompany us. Better warn Elinor." "Nonsense!" said Conolly. "I have some news that will sober him. Here is Miss McQuinch. Are you going?" "Yes," said Elinor. "I should lose my patience if I had to listen to George's comments; and I am tired. I would rather go." "Not yet, Nelly. Wont um stay and talk to um's Marmadukes?"
"Well, now, Uncle Remus, I didn't go to do it. I won't do so any more. Please, Uncle Remus, if you will tell me, I'll run to the house and bring you some tea-cakes." "Seein' um's better'n hearin' tell un um, replied the old man, the severity of his countenance relaxing somewhat; but the little boy darted out, and in a few minutes came running back with his pockets full and his hands full.
"Um's on the toppest hill," said she, looking at the far-off mountains, reaching up against the blue sky. One mountain was much higher than the others, and on that she fixed her eye. It was Mount Blue, and was really twenty miles away. If Flyaway should ever reach that cloud-capped peak, it was not her wee, wee feet which would carry her there. But the baby had no idea of distances.
Squinch-owl holler eve'y time he see a witch, en w'en you hear de dog howlin' in de middle er de night, one un um's mighty ap' ter be prowlin' 'roun'. Cunjun fokes kin tell a witch de minnit dey lays der eyes on it, but dem w'at ain't cunjun, hit's mighty hard ter tell w'en dey see one, kaze dey might come in de 'pearunce un a cow en all kinder creeturs.
"Thishere laundryman," said Genesis, resuming "thishere laundryman what own the dog, I reckon he mus' hopped on 'at street-car what went by." "Well, he OUGHT to be arrested!" she said, and, pressing her cheek to Flopit's, she changed her tone. "Izzum's ickle heart a-beatin' so floppity! Um's own mumsy make ums all right, um's p'eshus Flopit!"
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