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She was a pink and white little lady, quick on foot, quicker of the blue eyes which measured the waiting guest from dusty feet to dusty hat in the glance that flashed over him in business-like brevity. "Was you wishin' a room?" she inquired. "If you can accommodate me." "Register," she said, in voice of command, whirling the book about.
"Nothin' more was said, an' we all turns in. I didn't like the idea of every one goin' to sleep with a fire so big that it was showin' itself for miles aroun', so I kep' myself awake. I wasn't exactly thinkin' that somethin' really serious was goin' to happen, but I was just wishin' it would, just to teach the Archdeacon a lesson.
It's a heap more'n livin' with a man, Mandy; it's a doin' all that, without ever once wishin' he was somebody else." This was too much for Mandy; she blushed and giggled, then remarked, as she gazed admiringly at her friend, "You'll look mighty fine, Sammy, when you get fixed up with all them pretties you'll have when you an' Ollie git married. I wish my hair was bright an' shiny like yourn.
"Ay, he's bonny by the ordinar'. It wad be grand, noo, gin the meenister'd fancy 'im an' tak' 'im into the manse." The wifie considered this ruefully. "Jamie, I was wishin' ye didna hae to " But what she wished he did not have to do, Mr. Brown did not stop to hear. He suddenly clapped his bonnet on his head and went out.
If you're careful in picking your men, you could locate some hootch, couldn't you, without attracting attention?" Casey studied the matter. "Bill Masters could mebby help me out," he said finally. "Only I don't like the friends Bill's been wishin' onto me lately. This man Kenner, that held me up, knowed Bill Masters intimate. I'm kinda losin' my taste fer Bill lately."
"Boh we began to be afeerd we'd lost ye, an that wad ha' bin a sore mishap to lose our May Queen an th' prettiest May Queen os ever dawnced i' this ha', or i' onny other ha' i' Lonkyshiar." "We ha drunk your health, sweet Alizon," added Phil "an wishin' ye may be os happy os ye desarve, wi' the mon o' your heart, if onny sich lucky chap there be."
"Your daddy'll be lonesome wi'out un," said he, "but 'twill be fine t' think o' my maid comin' back walkin' again rare fine." "An' 'twill be rare hard t' be goin'," she said. "I'm 'most wishin' I weren't havin' t' go." "But when you comes back, maid, you'll be well, an' think, now, how happy that'll make un," Mrs. Gray encouraged. "Th' Lard's good t' be providin' th' way.
William Geake opened his eyes wide and answered curtly, "Yes: that's my wife Naomi Geake. What then?" The man scratched his head, contemplating William as he might some illegible sign-post set up at an unusually bothersome cross-road. "She keeps very han'some, I will say." His smile grew still more ingratiating. "Was you wishin' to speak wi' her?" "Well, there! I was an' yet I wasn't.
We're gettin' company for supper and Mom was wishin' you'd come so she could ask you about settin' the table. We're goin' to eat in the room to-night,'stead of the kitchen like we do other times. And we're goin' to have all the good dishes and things out and a bouquet in the middle of the table when we eat! Ain't that grand?
In the silence that followed, Pete, as though conscious that all was not well with his adored mistress, rose on his haunches, and tried to kiss her face. The dog's sympathy was sweet. She wanted Frederick so badly! Oh, she thought, if she dared ask Deforrest. She would! She could not bear another night of this uncertainty, this suspense. "I air wishin' to ask ye somethin'," she stammered.
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