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He smiled meaningly and turned hastily away, when Nimbus, forgetting his own elation, said, in tones of earnest feeling: "I declar, Marse Desmit, I'se sorry fer you I is dat; an' I hopes yer'll come outen dis yer trouble a heap better nor yer's lookin' for." Then they separated the one to treasure his apples of Sodom, the other to nourish the memory of his shame. "Come at once; Oscar very low."
"A letter!" exclaimed Mr. Bee, "with the frank of Reybold on it that Yankeest of Pennsylvania Whigs! Yer's familiarity! Wants me to appoint one U U U, what?" "Uriel Basil," said the small boy on crutches, with a clear, bold, but rather sensitive voice. "Uriel Basil, a page in the House of Representatives, bein' an infirm, deservin' boy, willin' to work to support his mother.
"I doesn't care; I's willin'," replied Tidy, good-naturedly. "What's de matter wid yer? Been sick?" proceeded France, with a roguish twinkle of the eye. "Specs you's had measles or 'sumption, yer's pale as deaf; and yer hair, laws, sakes, it'll a'most stan' alone! de kind's all done gone out of it." "Never had much," said Tidy, laughing.
He would have lent him his eyes if he could have found that coal-field the sooner. The turtle crawled slowly up, its head thrust out inquiringly, inched along the margin of the map, and backed carefully down again, pausing for such running commentaries as "Dis yer's de ribber;" "Dat's de road;" "Dis de ma'sh."
Tromped through her proper, I did, an' I'll go bail there ain't so much as a dead cat in all the mud of her. Thish yer's a mistry, mum, an' no mistake." Mother stared at him. "I can't bear this," she said suddenly. "You must go on searching, Jenks, and Walter must go on his bicycle to the police station at once. Call him, please!" "Walter!" roared Jenks obediently.
They were already well in the hall, and making their way toward the private office, when the elder man said, with an air of casual explanation, "Lookin' for the American consul; I reckon this yer's the consulate?" "It is the consulate," said the official dryly, "and I am the consul; but"
"Thar is a rifle over thar, and yer's my navy revolver. When I've emptied them, and want you to bear a hand, I'll call ye. Just now your lay is to turn in. It's my watch." There was something so positive, strong, assuring, and a little awesome in the captain's manner, that the trembling, nervously-prostrated man beneath the blankets forbore to question further.
"He desarves deir 'preciation," said Dolf, loftily, with the air of a man so supremely great that he could well afford to allow ordinary people to claim their little virtues unchallenged. "Wal," said Clo, "arter all it needs trabbel and the world to develop a man proper." "Jis' so, Miss Clorindy; yer's allers rezact." He gave her a very tender glance, and Clo giggled in delightful confusion.
Den de little bird settin' up in de tree he begin fer ter sing, en dish yer's de song w'at he sing: "'Sifter hol' water same ez a tray, Ef you fill it wid moss en dob it wid clay; De Fox git madder de longer you stay Fill it wid moss en dob it wid clay. "Up dey jump, de little Rabbits did, en dey fix de sifter so 'twon't leak, en den dey kyar de water ter ole Brer Fox.
Here are ye two men folks makin' no end o' fuss to save that Mexican gal with pistols and ambushes and plots and counterplots, and yer's Joan Salisbury shows ye the way ha'ow to do it. And so, ma'am, you succeeded in fixin' it up with Dona Rosita to take her place and just sell them robbers cheap!
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