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Standing a full six feet two, he looked down upon them, the look of pity still in his eyes in strange conflict with the mirthless smile still on his lips. "What's eatin' you?" Porter growled. "We can't help it because you're late for mess. Where've you been?"
Everyone was jubilant at the prospect of having a holiday, and there was shouting and singing as the lorries sped along. We reached the camp and jumped out. We were dismayed at seeing our Commanding Officer walking about and conversing with the Sergeant-Major. As we marched into the camp the C.O. said to our Sergeant: "Where've these men come from?" The Sergeant explained.
"Where's the money? I want it. Now, where've you put it?" "Go on," said Mr. Chase, with a chuckle. "Go on. Don't mind me. You ought to be on the stage, Gussie, that's where you ought to be." "I'm not joking," said Mr. Teak, in a trembling voice, "and I don't want you to joke with me. If you think you are going off with my money, you're mistook.
He knew what he should find, an Esther who bade him remember, by all the pliancy of her attractive body and every tone of her voice, how irreconcilably hard it was that she should have a husband pardoned out of prison, a husband of whom she was afraid. Lydia found Anne waiting at the gate. "Why, where've you been?" asked Anne, with all the air of a prim mother. "Walking," said Lydia meekly.
Dinah sat crouched together on a cricket at the other side of the hearth, listening with interest. Hiram did not seem to see her. "Did you go off with Levi?" said he at last, speaking abruptly. The girl looked up furtively under her brows. "You needn't be afeared to tell," he added. "Yes," said she at last, "I did go off with him, Hi." "Where've you been?"
Where've you been, child?" "Oh, driving!" Sophy's limp hair was a shade limper than usual, and a strand of it had become loosened and straggled untidily down over her ear. Her eyes looked large and strangely luminous. "Do you know, I love Paris!" Ella Morrissey laid down her pencil sketch and turned slowly. She surveyed Sophy Gold, her shrewd eyes twinkling. "That so?
Suddenly the door to the room burst open and slammed closed. Tom and Astro whirled to see their missing unit mate lounging against the doorframe, grinning broadly. "Roger!" "Where've you been, blast you?" Tom and Astro both jumped forward and spoke at the same time. The blond-haired cadet merely looked at them lazily and then sauntered forward, pulling six small study spools from his pockets.
The only place that Paul could think of where Cowan was likely to be was his room, so thither he went. He found the deposed guard engaged in replacing certain of his pictures and ornaments which had been taken down. "Hello!" he said. "Thought you'd cut my acquaintance too." "Nonsense," answered Paul, "I've been trying to find you ever since last night. Where've you been?"
She was back at the cashier's counter in the eating-house the next morning when Harley P. Hennage came in for his breakfast. "Hello, Miss Donna" the unassuming one greeted her cordially. "Where've you been an' when did you get back to San Pasqual? Why, I like to 'a died o' grief. Thought you'd run away an' got married an' left us for good."
It was a breeze such as the mate loved, and his face was serene and peaceful until his gaze fell upon the shrinking figure of the cook as it glided softly into the galley. "Cook," he roared, "come here, you skulking rascal! Where've you been all this time?"
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