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Only, remember," he added with bantering good-humor, "I am not over keen about foreigners, so don't bring a little what-is-it back with you, and expect because it has a long string of titles dangling to it, that it will be welcomed with any enthusiasm by your doting father! So, away with you!" He again looked at his watch. "Better get your things together; you haven't any too much time."
If J. Sterling Morton would only shave his head he could get four dollars a day for playing What-Is-It in a dime museum. As an anthropological curio Oofty-Gofty or the Wild Man of Borneo wouldn't be "in it."
No, nor one of these overdressed New-York chickens, neither, but cute and bright " "Oh, you're just flattering me, Mr. Schwirtz. Mr. Hunt told me I should watch out for you." "No, no; you got me wrong there. 'I dwell on what-is-it mountain, and my name is Truthful James, like the poet says! Believe me, I may be a rough-neck drummer, but I notice these things." "Oh!... Oh, do you like poetry?"
'How much for this now? 'Two precious silver shillings, said Miss Wren. Riah confirmed her with two nods, as Fledgeby looked to him. A nod for each shilling. 'Well, said Fledgeby, poking into the contents of the basket with his forefinger, 'the price is not so bad. You have got good measure, Miss What-is-it. 'Try Jenny, suggested that young lady with great calmness.
A kind of a clown-of-a-horse, Each other despising, Yet neither devising A way to obtain a divorce! & here is the famous what-is-it? Walk up, Master Billy, and quiz it: You've seen the REST of 'em Ain't this the BEST of 'em, Right at the end of your visit? At last Billy is sent off to bed. It is the prudent mandate of the old folks: But so loathfully the poor child goes, Bob's heart goes, too.
I'm going to learn to be a business woman, and the little mother will be all dressed in satin and silks, and dine on what-is-it and peaches and cream the poem don't come out right, but, oh, my little mother, we're going out adventuring, we are!" She plunged down beside her mother, burrowed her head in her mother's lap, kissed that hand whose skin was like thinnest wrinkly tissue-paper.
As the politic Frenchman, kissing the foot of St. The nomination is a kind of political What-is-it? and voters are expected, without asking impertinent questions, to pay their money and make their own choice as to the natural history of the animal.
and so the Austrian woman of 1776 and the Spanish woman of 1856 found amusement in very similar ways. They plunged into a sea of strange frivolity, such as one finds to-day at the centers of high fashion. Marie Antoinette bedecked herself with eccentric garments. On her head she wore a hat styled a "what-is-it," towering many feet in height and flaunting parti-colored plumes.
I wonder if Monsieur What-is-it? Gard would come back if I could arrange it?" But Nance shook her head again. "Ah ha, ma garche, and you would sooner he did not is it not so?" "I'm quite sure he and Tom would never get on together, and I don't think Mr. Gard would come." "It's worth trying, however. He would be some one to talk to of an evening any way."
Looking into the glass, he exclaimed: "Holy Moses! and who am I, anyway?" I answered his question by stating that he favored Mr. What-Is-It. He was very uneasy for a time, thinking that he was going to be left in that condition. He wanted to know of me if all horse-thieves of the penitentiary wore their hair and whiskers in this style.
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