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At the sight of this symbol of authority the man gave a violent start. "I happen to be a radio telephone inspector," explained Mr. Brandon. "O-oh," said the man, visibly relieved that it was no worse. "W-why do you want to see me?" "Because you've been violating the government regulations," replied the inspector sternly.
Kennicott?" "W-why, I went to Congregational, as a girl in Mankato, but my college was Universalist."
But that night he drawled, with the casualness of a man who wishes to be surprising and delightful, "Carrie, don't know but what we might begin to think about building a new house, one of these days. How'd you like that?" "W-why " "I'm getting to the point now where I feel we can afford one and a corker! I'll show this burg something like a real house! We'll put one over on Sam and Harry!
"You've been a long time away," Shorty remarked, as he looked curiously at the young man. "Yes, I suppose I have," was the absent-minded reply, for Reynolds was looking at his letters. "Strike anything?" "I believe so. But, say, is Frontier Samson here? Have you seen him lately?" "W-why, no," Shorty stammered. He had overheard Curly's remarks, so this unexpected question somewhat embarrassed him.
"Come, Ned, not to-night; you can go to-morrow" said Barret soothingly, yet maintaining his hold of his friend. "W-why not? ain't night the best time to to be jolly? eh! L-me go, I shay." He made a fierce struggle at this point; and Barret, ceasing to expostulate, seized him with a grasp that he could not resist, and dragged him forcibly, yet without unnecessary violence, into the room.
"Uncle Jethro," Cynthia asked, abruptly, "did you ever know my mother?" Jethro started, and looked at her quickly. "W-why, Cynthy?" he asked. "Because she grew up in Coniston," answered Cynthia. "I never thought of it before, but of course you must have known her." "Yes, I knew her," he said. "Did you know her well?" she persisted.
This is all sheer nonsense, and I'm glad I've been able to stop it before it's gone any further." "But, Aunt Polly, it HAS gone further," quavered Pollyanna. "Why, I I already have learned to lo c-care for him dearly." "Then you'll have to unlearn it, Pollyanna, for never, never will I give my consent to your marrying Jimmy Bean." "But w-why, auntie?"
Cynthia's eyes were on the orange line of the sunset over Coniston, but she laughed a little, indulgently. "Cynthy?" "Yes." "Er that Painter-man hain't such a bad fellow w-why didn't you ask him in to supper?" "I'll give you three guesses," said Cynthia, but she did not wait for them. "It was because I wanted to be alone with you. Milly's gone out, hasn't she?" "G-gone a-courtin'," said Jethro.
"To see you," said Jethro, promptly, "to see you." "Don't you know that that is wrong?" "H-hadn't thought much about it," answered Jethro. "Well, you should think about it. People don't go to meeting to to look at other people." "Thought they did," said Jethro. "W-why do they wear their best clothes why do they wear their best clothes?"
We'll wait at the corner of John Street and jump out at her and shriek like Red Indians. And then she'll drop dead with fright. She's such a silly beast " Then to his amazement he saw that Francey had grown quite white. Her mouth quivered. It was as though she were going to cry. And he had never seen her cry. "They they aren't coming, Robert." "N-not coming? W-why not?" "There's been a row.
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