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He still denies it! This is awful! This is awful! Now, speak up, where've you been? GRÍSHA. Why, really, ma'am! I just informed you, ma'am. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Were you at the fair all night? GRÍSHA. I just informed you so, ma'am. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. How did you dare, when I let you go for only a short time? GRÍSHA. Well, really, ma'am! I did want to go home, but they wouldn't let me, ma'am.
The Zone Major wisely kept out of his way; but a few days later met him again and this time the Colonel was smiling: "Dog-gone you, Major, where've you been keeping yourself? Why haven't you been around?" and he put out his hand affably. "Why, I didn't want to see a man who bawled me out in the public highway that way," said the Zone Major.
When his eyes returned to Stratton their expression was veiled under drooping lids; his lithe figure relaxed into an easier position against the door-casing, both hands resting lightly on slim hips. "Miss Thorne hired yuh, then?" he remarked in a non-committal voice which yet held no touch of friendliness. "Well, that's different. Where've yuh worked?"
He had a great deal to report, and someone, flying a lone Nieuport, was going to have a great deal of explaining to do. When McGee swooped low over his own hangar, preparatory to a landing, he was surprised to see Siddons' Nieuport resting on the tarmac. So he was back so soon! Larkin was the first to greet McGee when he crawled from his plane. "Where've you been?" he demanded.
Abul turned and glared at them. It was about to break down the fence, which it could easily have done, when other camel-men arrived on the scene, and drove it back with sticks and savage dogs. When they arrived back at the hotel for dinner, they found that Peter was looking for them. "Where've you been all the morning?" he asked.
Where've you been, I say?" "Over there," Anne answered, nodding vaguely toward the lawn. "Out of bounds!" exclaimed Emma. "You knew better, Anne. That you did. You come straight to Miss Farlow. She was dreadful worried when I told her I couldn't find you." Miss Farlow, too, reproved Anne sharply. She was to have a bread-and-water supper, and then go straight to bed.
Presently a voice beside her said: "Now, little miss, won't you let me help you?" She turned sharply, and looked the red-faced man in the eyes. He didn't look very refined, he didn't even look good, but the sound of a friendly voice was like a straw held out to a drowning man. "How can you help me?" she said, miserably. "Well, fust off, where've ye set out fur?"
I caught them, and shook them, and shook him, and made him take a step forward; then I slap him on the back again, and said loud: 'Come, come, Babiche, don't you know me? See Babiche, the snow's no sleeping-bunk, and a polar bear's no good friend. 'Corinne! he went on, soft and slow. 'Ma p'tite Corinne! He smiled to himself; and I said, 'Where've you been, Babiche?
"Hayseed, where've you been planted?" "Welcome to our city!" "Come over here and get next to this game." They did so, after tying Keno to a post and giving him his noonday rations which they had brought with them from the farm. The story of the championship match that had just been played was related to them in full detail; they in turn stated the errand on which they had come.
"Why, Milly," he exclaimed, "where've you been?" She stalked past him into the house. She could hear her father ask Snowden to stop and have some supper, and Snowden's refusal. "You'll be over for a game later, Snow?" "Guess not, Horace," and the buggy drove off.
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