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'S far 's my observation 's 'xtended, a man always gives his wife to understand that what'd be a bother or mebbe impossible for him to do 'll be jus' a pleasant afternoon for her. I took it on myself to tell her that very same thing.
"What'd he knock him down for? Eh? What's he sitting on my boy for? Is that fair? Eh?" West and Mrs.
Curiosity isn't exactly a lost art, but its practice isn't popular nor hygenic. Later, I found him meditatively whittling out on the porch, and, as the moment seemed propitious, I inquired adroitly: "Did you have a good time in Chicago, 'Bitter Root'?" "Bully," said he, relapsing into weighty absorption. "What'd you do?" I inquired with almost the certainty of appearing insistent.
Her face was turned toward the west, where shone that mingling of orange and rose known as salmon pink. But no answering radiance in the girl's face met the glow in the Wisconsin sky. Saturday night, after supper in Chippewa, Wis., Tessie Golden of the pre-sunset era would have been calling from her bedroom to the kitchen: "Ma, what'd you do with my pink georgette waist?"
"That's right, Johnny," remarked Toby, impatiently, "let's take it for granted then they come in the dark. What will they do next?" "Huh! what'd any feller do when he sees sech a nice box awaitin' for him to git up on, so's to grab the nigh turk?" demanded Johnny. "Now, if yuh watch me yuh'll git the ijee in a jiffy." A stout rope seemed to be hanging from the limb overhead.
"For a crippled soldier you've got some punch left. What'd you hit them with?" "I'll tell you Chief. I fetched an axe with me to do the dirty job, but I decided I should use a dangerous weapon only on men. So I soaked them with a lollypop." "Lane, are you really nutty?" demanded Bell, curiously. "No more than you. I hit them with something hard, so it would leave a mark." "You left one, I'll say.
"Yes, sometimes." "Will they be likely to, soon?" asked the girl, her face hardening. Her cousin shook his head, and she saw compassion in his shining gaze. "Don't fret about that," he said quietly. "Hot weather in the towns is a long way off yet." "What'd the jedge say in the matter o' the new shed?" asked Lem, when he had somewhat recovered from the enjoyment of his joke.
"Well, I didn't tell, Hollis Clifford!" "So you didn't," said Grace. "But wouldn't it be nice if somebody should ask you to go somewhere to spend Christmas?" "Well, there is!" "O, Topknot," cried Horace, in mock distress, "you said you could keep a secret." Flyaway looked frightened. "What'd I do?" cried she; "I didn't tell nuffin 'bout the letter!"
Some times other folkses tries t' stick their noses in, but they'uns git sot down upon." "What'd he pay the preacher?" asked Shorty. "Why, mam gin his wife a hank o' fine stockin' yarn, an' dad gin him a couple sides o' bacon." "At present prices o' pork in Injianny," remarked Si, after a little mental figuring, "that wasn't such a bad fee."
"The shots were fired at us, though where from, blessed if I know. Came right out of space. We'd just searched the bridge from end to end. Not a soul on it." "What'd y' search it fer?" "A man." "W'at man?" "That's it," Johnny evaded. "We wanted to know who he was." The policemen conversed with one another in low tones for a moment.
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