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"Do you remember in the boarding-house when we finally packed up what you did with everything?" "Yassum." "You remember that I used to keep a pistol?" "Yo' mean dat one yo' say dat gemman out West gave yuh once?" "Yes." "Yassum, Ah 'membuh it." "Where is it now?" "Last Ah saw of it was in dis heah draw' in de writin'-desk."
"Maybe I won't come back at all," said Kern, improvising a barn dance about the long office. "Maybe I'll run off with a count and go to Europe on a steamer like, and have mand'lins played under my winder by moonlight, and sit at a gool' writin'-desk all day and make up po'try." "That would be rather hard on the count, wouldn't it?" said Mr.
And then pretty soon I saw people looking at me, and kep' on looking, and one of 'em that looked somep'n like Miss Masters, on'y it wasn't her, says, 'Wot's that girl a-doin' here? she says. 'Why, she's a buncher down to Heth's. So I walked on off and set down at my Writin'-Desk, and made out I didn't notice and was writin' notes or somep'n, like.
"Lawk's sakes, Kern, an' I've asked you a hundred times what would you do with a writin'-desk, now?" "Mommer, I'd set at it." "An' what time you got for settin', I'd like to know? Fairy-dreamin' again!" "An' I'd keep notes in it in the pigeonholes. Like it says in my Netiquette." "You don't get no notes."
Why, take it all in all, it was the prettiest room I had ever looked at in my life, and so I told Mr. Freeman. And, if you'll believe it, that man up and said right there that we wuz perfectly free to use that room jest as much as we wanted to. He said he had another room as large as this that he staid in most of his time when he was at home his writin'-desk wuz in that room.
"I'm feeling very, very, very well, my Lord Dook, Mr. V.V. On'y I decided I'd spend to-day lazyin' at my writin'-desk, readin' over my billy-doox from peers of the rellum, 'stead of working my hands and legs off in that nasty, nasty, NASTY " "Stop that cuckoo-clock nonsense!" called Mr. V.V., starting to walk towards her. "What are you doing here, I say?" "I'm helping mommer soak colliflower, Mr.
"I wisht I had a red satin dress, and a necklace all pearls, and was going to the party, too, and had a dark sad-faced man with a mustache and a neye-glass engaged to me, like a count. I wisht I was a Lady," said Kern. "You don't need a red satin dress to be a lady." "It'd come easier, kinder, with the dress, Mr. V.V. And I wisht I had a writin'-desk, too. And a founting pen."
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