United States or Norfolk Island ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Yes, an' she's talked a great deal 'bout her niece in Nashville, who's comin' ter see her. I thought" the earnestness of the eyes relaxed to a suspicion of a twinkle "thet sometime I mout come across sich a niece fur the ole lady, an' hit wuz well ter be prepared fur her." "But suppose they ask me about things in Nashville?" "W'll, ye must fix up a story 'bout thet too.
He may be all right; but I don't like his looks, 'n' I don't see what he's lurkin' raoun' the Institoot for, after folks is abed." "Have you watched him pretty close for the last few days?" said the Doctor. "W'll, yes, I've had my eye on him consid'ble o' the time. I haf to be pooty shy abaout it, or he'll find aout th't I'm on his tracks.
I don' want him to get a spite ag'inst me, 'f I c'n help it; he looks to me like one o' them kind that kerries what they call slung-shot, 'n' hits ye on the side o' th' head with 'em so suddin y' never know what hurts ye." "Why," said the Doctor, sharply, "have you ever seen him with any such weapon about him?" "W'll, no, I caan't say that I hev," Abel answered. "On'y he looks kin' o' dangerous.
I don' want him to get a spite ag'inst me, 'f I c'n help it; he looks to me like one o' them kind that kerries what they call slung-shot, 'n' hits ye on the side o' th' head with 'em so suddin y' never know what hurts ye." "Why," said the Doctor, sharply, "have you ever seen him with any such weapon about him?" "W'll, no, I caan't say that I hev," Abel answered. "On'y he looks kin' o' dangerous.
He may be all right; but I don't like his looks, 'n' I don't see what he's lurkin' raoun' the Institoot for, after folks is abed." "Have you watched him pretty close for the last few days?" said the Doctor. "W'll, yes, I've had my eye on him consid'ble o' the time. I haf to be pooty shy abaout it, or he'll find aout th't I'm on his tracks.
Mah Missis's mammy wuz a widder en she gib me, mah mammy, man sistah Violet, mah two br'ers Andrew en Alfred ter Miss Jennie fer a wed'un gif'. Missis Jennie en Marster Eldridge brung us ter Nashville 'fore de war sta'ted. Mah Missis wuz good ter us. I'se bin w'll tuk keer ob, plenty ter eat en warm clothes ter w'ar. Right now I'se got on long underw'ar en mah chemise.
He may be all right; but I don't like his looks, 'n' I don't see what he's lurkin' raoun' the Institoot for, after folks is abed." "Have you watched him pretty close for the last few days?" said the Doctor. "W'll, yes, I've had my eye on him consid'ble o' the time. I haf to be pooty shy abaout it, or he'll find aout th't I'm on his tracks.
I don' want him to get a spite ag'inst me, 'f I c'n help it; he looks to me like one o' them kind that kerries what they call slung-shot, 'n' hits ye on the side o' th' head with 'em so suddin y' never know what hurts ye." "Why," said the Doctor, sharply, "have you ever seen him with any such weapon about him?" "W'll, no, I caan't say that I hev," Abel answered. "On'y he looks kin' o' dangerous.
Word Of The Day