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"I don't see how what you say has anything to do with what my son said," he demurred. "Sammy looks user more than five and what harm is there in saving $15 if " Sammy interrupted with a wail. "I won't go," he cried. "No, if I gotta tell the conductor I'm under five I better stay home. I don't wanna go. He'll know I'm 'leven going on twelve." "All right, all right," sighed Sammy's father.
"And what for no, Andy? why the de'il war pockets made, gin they wanna to be filled? but how hae ye Irishers three answers for our ane?" "Why, first with our tongue; and even with that we bate ye flog you hollow. You Scotchmen take so much time in givin' an answer that an Irishman could say his pattherin aves before you spake.
Once, when she passed the rear desk, the young man paused in his stacking and regarded her with a warming glance of recognition. "Hello!" he said. "You back?" "Yes." Her voice was the thin cry of a quail. "You must like our little picture gallery, eh?" "Oh! Oh!" She caught at the edge of his desk and tears lay heavy in her eyes. "Eh?" "Yes; I I like it. I wanna buy it for my yacht."
Even now that their intimacies had come and gone like all specious mad frenzies, like the mating of dodo birds, she did not know his name, his connection to the purchaser, or his purpose at the party unless it were in having mounted and ridden her. Did man have a higher purpose than this? She had her doubts. "Give me your address. I wanna see you again," he reiterated.
Think I wanna throw dat stuff away? No-o, suh!" Mama Duck pushed the dog away from a cracked pitcher on the floor and refilled her fruit-jar. "So day black list me, cause I won't kiss dey feets. I ain kissin nobody's feets wouldn't kiss my own mammy's." "Well, we'd all do lots of things for our mothers that we wouldn't do for anyone else." "Maybe you would, but not me.
Wait down here if you wanna." Babbitt had spoken with the deference which all the Clan of Good Fellows give to hotel clerks. Now he said with snarling abruptness: "I may have to wait some time. I'm Riesling's brother-in-law. I'll go up to his room. D' I look like a sneak-thief?" His voice was low and not pleasant.
"They's nothing in that," declared Jack Harpe with contempt, twisting his neck to glower up at Racey. "Suppose I did wanna get hold of the Dale ranch. What of it?" "Shore," put in Luke Tweezy. "What of it? Perfectly legitimate business proposition. Legal, and all that." "Not quite," denied Racey. "Not the way you went about it. Nawsir.
"Pay fo'!" Lucy's indignant sniff reduced him to his extremely unimportant place. "We's not talkin' 'bout pay workin', Mistuh Ralestone. Letty-Lou don' git no pay but her eatments. 'Co'se, effen Miss 'Chanda wanna give her some ole clo's now an' den, she kin tak' dem.
Age nineteen and educated in Corliss public Schools where she Graduated as a girl but came to Chicago in serch of employment and in case of accident funeral was held from Home of the Parents, many Frends attending and please Omit flours...." "I got lot of them writ out," said Clara, blinking. "You wanna read more? Why I write them out?
"I guess she wants, Hermie, for her bad-girl notions you should give up the best retail business in St. Louis and take her to live in New York, where she can always be in with that nix-nux theatri " "No, no, he knows I don't want that!" "If she did, ma, we'd go!" "Herm knows it was all a mistake with me. I didn't know my own mind. I wanna go back along where I came from and where I belong!
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