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Kirby looked puzzled, and held his peace. "Any of your officers ever visit her?" "Not when they're supposed to be on duty." "But at other times?" "None of my affair if they do. Don't know, I'm sure." "Um-m-m!" "Yes," said Kirby, without vehemence. "Look at his beak!" said one of the two men by the window. "Never see a big bird act that way? Look at his bright eye!"
Well, I suppose an old fool like that is dangerous to have drifting around. But I don't want him here just now, either. Um-m-m! Where did you say this son of his lived?" "Just out of Los Angeles," says I. "All right," says Old Hickory. "Tell him he goes west Tuesday as traveling auditor to our second vice president.
"Yes, Peter, and the robins we used to shoot and the rabbits we used to trap?" "An' dem watermillions, suh um-m-m, um-m-m-m!" "Y-e-s," returned the colonel, with a shade of pensiveness. There had been two sides to the watermelon question.
"A thousand ancestral blessings," he said. "Confusion say the last piece is the most honored for its ability to complete the gadget, and this is it. "Of course," he added, "Confusion didn't say whether it would work or not." "What does the gadget do?" asked Paul. "Um-m-m. As the European counterpart of Confusion, Dr.
"Your interests are Miss Chuckie's interests. I'm for her first, last, and all the time." "Um-m-m. Then I guess I can count on you as sure as on Gowan." "You can. I am going to try my best to win your daughter, Mr. Knowles. She's a lady the loveliest girl I ever met." "No doubt about that. What's more, she's got grit and brains.
A light in stables close to midnight was not to be accounted for on any other supposition than an accident or serious emergency, and if there were either it was his affair as adjutant to know all the facts at once. "What's going on in there?" he shouted in a voice of authority while he was yet twenty yards away. But there was no answer. He could hear a horse plunge, but nothing more. "Um-m-m!
"Um-m-m," he grunted savagely, applying a watery eye to the round window. "Nothing," answered the fat lady, quite satisfied at having her worst fears confirmed. Chugg returned to his driving, as one not above the weakness of seeing and hearing things. "’Tain’t coffee." "Could you smell it?" questioned Mary, anxiously. "You never can tell that way, when they are plumb pickled in it, like him."
Then she looked down at her pink damask rose it was withered. "I'm goin' home now so I guess I won't be decorated no more." She unpinned the flower, clasped its short stem in her hand and raised the blossom to her face. "Um-m-m!" She drew deep breaths of the rose's perfume. "Um-m!" "Does it smell good?"
I'm getting a head cold. Good-by, Mrs. Penny. Um-m-m! like to say it." "Good-by." "Mother Becker coming over to-day?" "Yes. We had planned to go to the meat market together." "Fine." "But I'm not going." "Why?" "I don't know. Too hot, I guess." He looked at her rather intently.
Knowles hastened to skirt along the brink to where the little field glasses lay at the near side of the split rock. The two followed him, Genevieve smiling with pleasant anticipation, Isobel trembling with doubt and dread. The cowman stretched out on the rim shelf and peered over. "Um-m-m," he muttered. "Can't see anything down there. Too dark yet." "Look straight below you," said Genevieve.
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