United States or French Guiana ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


And you can't tell me he don't know the meanin' of the words when you call him a "bad, bad dog." No, sir. Why, he'd drop his head and tail and sneak into a corner as if he'd been struck with a whip. And half an hour later he'd be up to the same sort of mischief. I asked Joe Sarello about it. "Ah!" says Joe, shruggin' his shoulders. "Hees puppy yet. Wanna do w'at he lak, all tam.

They were all listening attentively. Evylyn broke in at the first gap. "Where've you been living, Mr. Ahearn?" she asked interestedly. Then she remembered that Mrs. Ahearn had told her, but it didn't matter. Harold mustn't talk so much. He was such an ASS when he'd been drinking. But he plopped directly back in. "Tell you, Ahearn. Firs' you wanna get a house up here on the hill.

You wanna dance, and nothing but a great big brown bear won't do eh, Doll?" "With a grin, Jimmie!" "With a grin, d'ye hear?" He whacked at her hand in delight and they laughed in right merry duet. "Oh, Jimmie, you're killing!" "The sky's my limit!"

It seemed as if he would never run down. When at last he had finished and had thrown himself once more upon the floor of the sleeping-room, the interpreter began: "He say, that one, he say, 'Wanna go Cape Prince Wales two month, three month, all right, maybe. Go now? Not go. He say, that one, 'Wanna go now; never come back. He say, that one, 'Two, three, four days come ice.

"You know my maw?" asked Eddie, and there was a wistful note in his voice. "Aw shucks! you don't know her that's jest some o' your funny, slicker business. You wanna git me in there an' then you'll try an' git aroun' me some sort o' way to let you escape; but I'm too slick for that." "On the level Eddie, I know your maw," persisted Billy. "I ben in your maw's house jest a few weeks ago.

Is they any further business you got with me, Luke, or any more points of law you wanna be instructed on? 'Cause if they ain't, here's you, there's the door, and right yonder is outside." Luke Tweezy departed abruptly. Dolan laughed harshly as the door slammed. "He can't bluff me, the chucklehead.

Even break and all that. Something else I wanna see you about. Huh? What's that, Piggy?" The place was beginning to fill up with inquisitive folk from the vicinity, and Racey decided to withdraw. He went out the back way. Closing the door, he set his shoulders against it, and remained motionless a moment.

"You got to know it, Mae, and the sooner I get it out of me the better. But, remember, if you wanna drive me out before I'm finished, if you wanna get rid of me a damn sight quicker than any other way, throw me some sob stuff and watch. You Well I The sooner I get it out of me the better, Mae." "Huh?" "She's a a nice little thing, Mae. Her mother's a crony with my old lady.

'You was made bad, she said sadly but sympathetically. 'Leastways, you wasn't made like watch-dogs and house-cats and cows. You was made a fox, and you be a fox, and its queer-like to me, Foxy, as folk canna see that. They expect you to be what you wanna made to be. You'm made to be a fox; and when you'm busy being a fox they say you'm a sinner!

It gave him a warm and pleasant feeling to think that Racey Dawson was to a certain degree in his power. Having licked his lips several times he rubbed his chin judicially and coughed, likewise judicially. "Well, I dunno as I wanna make a complaint exactly," he said, slowly. "But you wanna walk a chalkline round here, Racey. You got too much to say for a fact."