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This world ain't a benevolent institution, an' the folks in it don't go throwin' their elbow-grease away unless they look to get somethin' out of it. This Morton boy has boned down here like a slave. What's in it fur him?" "Why, it's his vacation an' " "Vacation!" interrupted Janoah scornfully. "You call it a vacation, do you, for him to be workin' away here with you?
Mebbe we'll help get the rest of your stuff out of this, if so be we feels like workin'. So close your trap now, and let up on that yawp!" Max and the others heard this sort of talk as they stopped outside the door of the little candy shop in which, as small lads, they could remember having spent many a spare penny.
Figger me f'r not less 'n five thousand dollars' wuth of it. Ought to make me fifty thousand if it makes a cent." "You're conservative, Mr. Baines, conservative." "Always calculated to be, Mr. Bowman." He looked up as a middle-aged man with a drooping mustache approached. "Howdy, John? Still workin' f'r the express company, be you?" "Calc'late to, Mr. Baines. Got charge of the local office.
"But they kain't hide much from Marsh McNutt, when he has his eyes open." Patsy wondered if he could possibly close them. The eyelids seemed to be shy and retiring. "I seen what I seen," continued the little man, glancing impressively at his attentive audience. "I seen Cap'n Wegg livin' without workin', fer he never lifted a hand to do even a chore.
I don't know much about books, but if Masther Jerry's as good at edjication as he is wid his fists, then all I've got to say is that he's some perfessor. I've been workin' wid him on an' off these four year an' all I'd loike to say to you, gents, is just this: Don't crowd him, don't crowd him, gents, because he's got an uppercut like a ton o' coal."
A moment later Babbie was on his knee, hiding her emotion in the front of his jacket, and he was trying his best to soothe her with characteristic Winslow nonsense. "You mustn't mind me, Babbie," he declared. "My my head ain't workin' just right to-day, seems so. I shouldn't wonder if if I wound it too tight, or somethin' like that." Babbie's tear-stained face emerged from the jacket front.
And a-lookin' on 'em made me feel well, dretful well, to see how much my sect wuz thought on in stun, and canvas, and such. There wuz Diligence, a good-lookin' woman, workin' jest as she always has, and is willin' to; there she sot a-spinnin' and a-bringin' up her children as good as she knew how. Mebby she wuz a-teachin' a Sunday-school lesson to the boy that stood by her.
It's Hannah that's got that notion. Fust she was dead sot on my workin' here and now she's just as sot on my leavin'." "Do you know why she's so what do you call it? sot?" Kenelm fidgeted and looked foolish. "Well," he admitted, "I I wouldn't wonder if 'twas account of you, Imogene. Hannah knows I I like you fust rate, that we're good friends, I mean.
Wish I had yore confidence in the music of the spears workin' out so harmonious." This last was a reference to a book left at the ranch recently by the Reverend Melancthon Browning, the title of which was, "The Music of the Spheres." Its philosophy was that every man makes his own world by the way he thinks about it. Bandy jingled back to his bunk.
So when they got free they put their heads together bein' uncommon wise kids and figured it out this way. Neither of 'em had a chance workin' alone to get Joan way from her father's gang, but workin' together they might have a ghost of a show. So they decided to stay on the trail of Piotto till they got Joan.
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