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Then, when I saw you going into the saloon, I went up and claimed my wheelbarrow. Didn't want it any longer did you?" "No, and never want it again," said Prudy. "By the way, here's a conundrum for you, girls, Why's a wheelbarrow like a potato?" "I shouldn't think it was like it at all," answered Dotty. "Where did you read that?" "Didn't read it anywhere.
He must be about ready to shove Jaikark off the throne." "Oh, Gurgurk wouldn't dare try anything like that," Harrington said. "He knows we wouldn't let him get away with it." "Then why's he subsidizing this Mad Prophet Rakkeed?" Blount wanted to know. "Rakkeed is preaching a holy war against all Terrans and against Jaikark. Gurgurk subsidizes Rakkeed, and...."
"He has about as much pity as a hungry wolf; in fact, to my mind, he's the more dangerous brute, because I've a feeling that he delights in doing harm. There's something cruel about the man; getting fired out of his profession must have warped his nature. Then there was another point that struck me why's he going so far to stay with those Indians?" "It's puzzling," Blake answered thoughtfully.
Economic "theories" and narratives offer an organizing principle, a sense of order, predictability, and justice. They render our chaotic world meaningful and make us feel part of a larger whole. Economics strives to answer the "why's" and "how's" of our daily life. In certain ways, it is akin to religion. The economist answers: If you were to do this or that the situation is bound to improve".
"Why's that?" whispered Mark. "Let the other boat know the slaver's dropping down," was whispered back. "But is she?" said Mark, excitedly. "No doubt about that, my lad. Pull steady." The men obeyed, and the boat was steered in a zigzag fashion down the river, but there was no sign of the slaver.
"Coom, then, and i'll show yo'," he said, and led the way out of the yard. And there below them on the slope to the stream, sitting like Justice at the Courts of Law, was Owd Bob. Straightway Sam'l whose humor was something of the calibre of old Ross's, the sexton, burst into horse-merriment. "Why's he sittin' so still, think 'ee? Ho! Ho! See un lickin' his chops ha! ha!" and he roared afresh.
And there was some story tacked on to it," Marcia frowned, "only I can't think what! And the second thing that puzzles me about Paulette Brown I tell you, Nicky, I believe she can't bear Dudley, and that she doesn't want to marry him!" It was the first decent thing I had heard from her, and I could have opened my mouth and cheered. But I said, "Then why's she here?"
"Why?" said Margaret. He lowered his voice. "This is between friends. It'll be in the Receiver's hands before Christmas. It'll smash," he added, thinking that she had not understood. "Dear me, Helen, listen to that. And he'll have to get another place!" "WILL have? Let him leave the ship before it sinks. Let him get one now." "Rather than wait, to make sure?" "Decidedly." "Why's that?"
In the morning as she was burning French toast for the boy she told him that they would go to the beach. After breakfast they made a straw hat and wire and tissue paper sunglasses for Mouse to match the ones she had once crafted for the boy months earlier. Then she put leashes around both of them. They got into her old brown Ford and drove to the Entity. "Why's Rita/Lily not coming?"
He did not notice the sound of the bullets whistling from every side, or the projectiles that flew over him, did not see the enemy on the other side of the river, and for a long time did not notice the killed and wounded, though many fell near him. He looked about him with a smile which did not leave his face. "Why's that fellow in front of the line?" shouted somebody at him again.
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