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Toad sat down in front of Danny and began to ask questions. "What's the matter?" asked old Mr. Toad. "Nothing," replied Danny Meadow Mouse. "I don't suppose there really is anything the matter, but what do you think is the matter?" said old Mr. Toad. Danny fidgeted, and old Mr. Toad looked up at jolly, round, red Mr. Sun and winked. "Sun is just as bright as ever, isn't it?" he inquired.
"What's that?" "It's neither fish, flesh, nor fowl, nor good red herring," the professor declared. "If Mr. Hodder were cornered he couldn't maintain that he, as a priest, has full power to forgive sins, and yet he won't assert that he hasn't. The mediaeval conception of the Church, before Luther's day, was consistent, at any rate, if you once grant the premises on which it was based."
Her father was a feller by the name Polanya, and to-day yet he runs a big flour mill in Koroleshtchevitzi." "So I understand," Morris said; "but what's that you got there under your coat?" He referred to a huge bulge on the right side of Sol Klinger's Prince Albert coat, which Sol was supporting with both hands.
He suggested my returning there and getting it; he did not seem to care whether I bought the book or whether I didn't. I said: "'What's the least you will take for it? "'I have told you once, he answered; 'twenty-five marks. He was an irritable old chap. "I said: 'It's not worth it. "'I never said it was, did I? he snapped.
"You tell Florette I gotta leave this place," he concluded firmly. "Bert, now you tell Florette. Will you, Bert? Huh?" "Freddy I Freddy, lissen now. I got somethin' to tell you." "What?" "I I come on to tell you, Freddy. Tha's why I come out to tell you, see?" "Well, spit it out," Freddy laughed. Bert groaned. "Whassa matter, Bert? What's eatin' you?" "I I Say, Freddy, lissen lissen, now, Freddy.
The lady what's downstairs let him out and told him to fetch the doctor quickly." "Ah! Short, the servant," I observed. "Where is he?" asked the inspector, while the detective with the ready note-book scribbled down the name. "He came to fetch me, and Miss Mivart has now sent him to fetch her sister. He was the first to make the discovery."
To Mr. Chippy's surprise a murmur of dissent greeted his proposal. "What's the matter?" asked Mr. Chippy! "I thought you liked my idea." "So we do!" Rusty Wren replied. "But we think it would be better if we all called on Daddy and explained to him about the change." "Very well!" little Mr. Chippy answered. "The more the merrier! I'll be the spokesman.
As for Grierson, it seems to me that's a matter of giving a dog a bad name. Just because his people weren't known here, and because he has worked up from small beginnings. To get down to hard-pan, you fellows don't believe in democracy, in giving every man a chance to show what's in him." "Democracy is good!" exclaimed Perry.
As the leader of Dick & Co. moved down the road, Tag turned in astonishment. "What's the matter?" Tag asked, at last. "We were in an automobile accident, and I was slightly injured," Dick confessed. "And you can hardly walk?" "I can walk only with effort and considerable pain," said Dick. Tag Mosher whistled softly. "My luck is leaving me," declared Mosher ruefully.
Neither she nor Leo Ulford replied to his question. "What's this key?" he repeated. "The key of Mr. Ulford's house, I suppose," said Lady Holme. "How should I know?" "I'm not askin' you," said her husband. He came a step nearer to Leo. "Why the devil don't you answer?" he said to him. "It's my latch-key," said Leo, with an attempt at a laugh. Lord Holme flung it in his face.
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