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I's de nigger, an' my heart wuz heavy, an' I had ter come an' tell you suthin'. You'se Mr. Starbuck, ain't you?" "Yes, but what about it?" "Wall, sah, atter I tell you, w'y you kin tie me ter er tree an' whup me ef you wants ter, but I got ter tell you. Not laung ergo, I stole er chicken from yo' roost. An' now you may punish me." "Hah? What sort of a chicken?" "Er rooster, sah."
Mammy Peggy took the brown head in her lap and let her big hands wander softly over the girl's pale face. "Sh, sh," she said as if she were soothing a baby, "don't go on lak dat. W'y whut's de mattah wid you, Miss Mime? 'Pears lak you done los' all yo' spe'it. Whut you reckon yo' pappy 'u'd t'ink ef he could see you ca'in' on dis away?
That's the date of the policy. Now let's trot inside, an' my gal Mrs. Dickey Bulmer that is to be will give you some tea." "Tea!" snorted Coke. "Well, there's whisky an' soda on tap if you prefer it. It is rather 'ot for tea. Whew! you're boilin'? W'y don't you wear looser clo'es? Look at me cool as a cucumber. By the way, 'oo's the new man you've shipped as second?
W'y, I'd walk there on my head with my eyes bound!" We stared down at her for it was a small girl, a girl so diminutive that Hartnoll and I, who were not Anaks by any means, topped her by head and shoulders. She wore no shoes, no stockings, no covering for her head. "For a copper apiece, miss, and honour bright!" said the waif. The young actress turned to us with a laugh. "Why not?" she asked.
When he re-entered the sick chamber, Mr Glennie had vanished, the table had been removed, and instead of the radiance of the wax lights, the cold gleam of a vapour dimmed sun, with its sickly blue white reflex from the wide spread snow, filled the room. The marquis looked ghastly, but was sipping chocolate with a spoon. "What w'y are ye the day, my lord?" asked Malcolm.
If it won't move, w'y don't they send for a company of London bobbies and make 'em tell it to `move on, it couldn't refuse, you know, for nothin' can resist that. They're all keen for goin' over things in this country, an' some of 'em goes under altogether in the doin' of it.
"Weel," he went on, "I'm jist relieved to un'erstan' the thing; for the lasses wad hae perswaudit me I hed gien ye some offence wi' my free-spoken w'y, whan I'm sure naething cud hae been far'er frae the thoucht o' my hert." "Indeed," said Cosmo, half rising in his eagerness, "I assure you, Mr. Henderson, there is not a man from whom I should be less ready to imagine offence than yourself.
One-Eye was powerfully struck by the improvement in the latter's physical appearance. "Gee-whillikens, sonny!" he cried. "W'y, y're not half as peeked as y' used t' be! Y're fuller in the face! And a lot taller! Say!" And when Johnnie explained that it was mostly due to a quart of milk which a certain Mr. He was back in no time, a quart of ice-cold milk in either hand.
As Si was bringing down his gun he noticed the Englishman aiming at the groups about the officers. "Don't shoot them. Fire at the others," Si called out, while he himself aimed at a man who was try ing to rally his comrades. "W'y the bloody 'ell shouldn't Hi shoot them the same has the hothers?" snarled the Englishman, firing into the group. "They're all bloody rebels."
Each was stiff with newness, and sweet to the smell. "And the sky-book, 'r whatever y' call it, and the scout-book, w'y, they'll come t'morra, 'r the day after, I don't know which. Wal, what d' y' say?" "I say 'Thanks' with all of me!" Johnnie answered, trembling with earnestness. They shook hands solemnly. "Oh, our books!" cried Grandpa. "Our nice, little soldier!"
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