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How's that, Harum? he says to me. "'Wa'al, says I, 'I was thinkin' 't I'd like to bet you two dollars to a last year's bird's nest, I says, 'that if all them fellers we seen this afternoon, that air over fifty, c'd be got together, an' some one was suddinly to holler "LOW BRIDGE!" that nineteen out o' twenty 'd duck their heads." "And then?" queried John.
'The little boy is a nice formed little feller, she says, 'an' them childern very often grow up, but he is very little, she says. "'An' how 'bout my wife? I says. "'Wa'al, she says, 'we don't know jest yet, but she is quiet now, an' we'll hope fer the best. If you want me, she says, 'I'll come any time, night or day, but I must go now.
"Wa'al," said David, "I don't know as much about girls as I do about some things; my experience hain't laid much in that line, but I wouldn't like to take a contract to match her on any limit. I guess," he added softly, "that the consideration in that deal 'd have to be 'love an' affection. Git up, old lady," he exclaimed, and drew the whip along old Jinny's back like a caress.
"Bob-Cat was telling me," said Wilbur, as with the Ranger he rode through the arid and silvered grayness of the Mohave desert and reached the foothill country, "that before you entered the Service you were pretty well known as a hunter." "Wa'al, son," the mountaineer replied, "I reckon I've done some kind o' huntin' for fifty years on end. But there's not much huntin' in this part o' the country."
"Ain't the' week-days enough," she asked, "to do your horse-tradin' in 'ithout breakin' the Sabbath?" David threw back his head and lowered a stalk of the last asparagus of the year into his mouth. "Some o' the best deals I ever made," he said, "was made on a Sunday. Hain't you never heard the sayin', 'The better the day, the better the deal'?" "Wa'al," declared Mrs.
'Wa'al, I says, 'Mr. Verjoos, I guess the fact o' the matter is 't I'm about as much in the mud as you be in the mire your daughter's got my hoss, I says. 'Now you ain't dealin' with a hoss jockey, I says, 'though I don't deny that I buy an' sell hosses, an' once in a while make money at it.
Indeed the text rather implies that, for it speaks of the fish as 'coming up, and that means rising to the fly." "Wa'al," said Cap'n Gray, rising slowly and knocking out the ashes of his pipe on the edge of his chair, "I can't express no jedgment on the merits of this debate, seein' I've never been much of a fisher.
There's that story about 'Lish, over to Whitcom you heard somethin' about that, didn't ye?" "Yes," admitted the widow, "I heard somethin' of it, I s'pose." "Wa'al," said Mrs. Bixbee, "you never heard the hull story, ner anybody else really, but I'm goin' to tell it to ye " "Yes," said Mrs. Cullom assentingly. Mrs.
"Must be a difficult person to get on with," commented John dryly. "I couldn't stan' it no longer," declared Mr. Timson with the air of one who had endured to the end of virtue, "an' I says to him the other day, 'Wa'al, I says, 'if I can't suit ye, mebbe you'd better suit yourself." "Ah!" said John politely, seeing that some response was expected of him; "and what did he say to that?"
"Not that way, Mr. Hardee!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, taking a step forward. "Huh! You seem to know my name," said the farmer, stopping in his beating of the boy, "but I don't know you." "My name is Bobbsey," said the twins' lather, and the farmer started. "I'm in the lumber business over at Lakeport. I guess you bought some lumber of me, didn't you, for your house." "Wa'al, s'posin' I did?" asked Mr.
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