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"But, my dear sir, what on earth " "Merely," said I, with conviction, "that this isn't an Allies' night. It is Deutschland uber Alles; the stars are fighting for the Teuton race. Now, let's hear how you were christened," I added, turning to the house detective, who looked even less sunny than before if that could be. "See here, whatcher giving us?" snarled that somewhat unpolished worthy.

"An' Bud knows all about girls, Kid!" murmured Soapy. "Bud's wise t' all their tricks ain't you, Bud?" "But whatcher mean?" cried Spike. "What ye mean about expectin' it?" "Well, she don't want ye no more, does she?" answered M'Ginnis, his bruised hands fierce clenched, his voice hoarse and thick with passion. "She's got some one else now ain't she? She's in love ain't she?

Only watches is useful at sea. Sailors find out where they are by their watches. I don't quite know how, but we could soon find out. Whatcher want me to do!" "I want you to take a little parcel to Sir James Danby's." "I ain't going to carry no parcels," said Bob importantly. "It's only a very little one, as big as your hand. You know the letter-box in Sir James's big door!"

"Wonder what's the matter with Coleman," muttered Acres, hurrying to meet Carter, the editor of the Signal, only to see him vanish into the drugstore. "Wonder what's the matter with everybody. Hello, Colonel Adams, that you?" "Yesh, it's me, Mabel; whatcher want," answered the Colonel, bracing himself against the courthouse. He always called Acres "Mabel," after his wife.

"Herald, Globe, Record, Tra-avel-er! Eh? Whatcher want, sis?" The tall newsboy had to stoop to me. "Transcript? Sure!" And in half a twinkling he had picked me out a paper from his bundle.

But this time the victory was with the smaller lad, who used his fists and feet like an enraged animal, until the other howled for mercy and handed over the disputed toy. "Whatcher want it fer, Sam?" he blubbered as he saw it go into the little fellow's pocket. "Mind yer own business! I just want it," answered Sam surlily. "Betcher I know," taunted the bigger boy. "Betcher yer don't." "Do!"

"There, I am too tired to argue with you, Punch," said Pen with a sigh. "You have drunk all the water, then?" "Course I have, hours ago, and eat the last of the bread, and I should have eat that bit of hard, dry cheese, only I let it slip out of my fingers and it bounced like a bit of wood under the bed. Well, whatcher brought for us to eat?" "Nothing, I am sorry to say."

You must wait till we have whopped the French and gone back to England, and got our new uniforms served out, and burnt all our rags. Then we must go and see your uncle, and " "That'll do, Punch. I want to see to your wound now." "What for? It's going on all right. Here, whatcher doing of? You ain't going to cut up that other sleeve of your shirt, are you?"

"Whatcher chuckin' things at me fer?" he demanded, descending from the fence and approaching Pee-wee with a terrible look of menace. He had been careful, however, to pick the jawbreaker up and put it in his mouth. "Didn't you say you wanted one?" Pee-wee asked. "Didn't you just put it in your mouth?" "Never you mind wot I done," said Keekie Joe. "D'yer think yer cin sass me?"

Whatcher goin' ter do, Sergeant? Jump 'em a hoss-back, an' just pump lead?" Hamlin had thought this over as he rode and already had planned his attack. The opening to the valley, along which Le Fevre's exhausted party were slowly advancing toward them, seemed favorable it was narrow and badly choked with snow.