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He went to an adjoining room and called Sam, the contractor's man. He took in the situation at a glance. "Wa'al Foster," said he, "kind o' 'close call' for yer, warn't it? Guess yer'd better be gittin' up an' gittin' pretty lively. The train boys will take yer through an' yer kin come back when this racket's worked out." Sinclair glanced at his watch, then he walked to the window and looked out.

Well, you'd nebber b'lieve he'd a done wuss dan say, 'How d'ye' to a 'Federate ef yer'd seen how he 'volved roun' Missy Grace. He wouldn't let de sun shine on her, nor de win' blow near her, and eberybody had ter git right up an' git ef she eben wanted ter sneeze. On de ship he had eberybody, from de cap'n to de cabin-boys, a waitin' on her.

What yer tinks ob dat now?" "Why, co'se she ain't," said Nimbus. "Don't see how she could be. Yer always jes dat peart an' jolly dat nobody couldn't git put out wid yer." "Tink so, Bre'er Nimbus? Wal, now, I'shures ye dat yer couldn't be wuss mistaken ef yer'd tried. On'y jes' dis mornin' Marse Sykes got put out wid me jes de wus kind." "How's dat, Berry?"

Her father himself would say she must not, would say that somebody must go in Barney's place, and there was nobody, nobody to go but herself! "Yer goin' alone, yer mean, over to the Injuns!" demanded John, as Molly told him to bring her pony, Tam o' Shanter, to the door. "Yes, yes, and right away, John; so hurry as fast as you can." "Do yer think yer'd orter, Major Molly?

Look at yer father, children; e's a father to be proud of, leavin' yer ter starve an' spendin' 'is week's money on a dirty little strumper. Jim felt easier now he had not got so many strange eyes on him. 'Now, look 'ere, he said, 'I'm not goin' ter stand this much longer, so just you tike care. 'I ain't frightened of yer. I know yer'd like ter kill me, but yer'll get strung up if you do.

Why, that's my rope, as 'longs to my donnerkey-cart. Don't you come lying here." "I tell you that's our rope, and I saw him steal it," I cried, growing stronger now. "You let me go, and give me my rope, or I'll tell the police." "Why, you never had no rope, yer young liar!" he cried. "It's my master's rope," I said, struggling to get free. "I will have it." "What! yer'd steal it, would yer?

"You've got a voice that would make yer famous for this here business," said La Rouquerie admiringly, as Perrine's clear treble was heard in the streets. "If yer'd stay with me you'd be doin' me a service and yer wouldn't be unhappy. You'd make a livin'. Is it a go?" "Oh, thank you, but it's not possible," replied Perrine.

Entering his own house, Nimbus placed his burden in the chair at the head of the table, while he himself took his seat on one of the wooden benches at the side. "I jes brought Bre'er 'Liab in ter supper, honey," said he to his wife; "kase I see'd he war gettin' inter de dumps like, an' I 'llowed yer'd chirk him up a bit ef yer jes hed him over h'yer a while."

Pay when yer like. Yer'd better git on the coach, for I see the Hopal Queen's ready for a start. Yer'll know her all right before long, I bet. Some of the fellers from round about 'as come in to give her a send-off like. There's the coach ready; yer'd better git aboard, and yer'll hear the-the send-off like. Young Stacy out there reckons 'e's going to make a speech."

Jeff, he sez to me once, sez he, 'Ri, do yer think yer'd be contented in heaven without yer loom? an' I was free to say I didn't know's I should." "Is it hard?" cried Ramona. "Could I learn to do it?" It was wonderful what progress in understanding and speaking English Ramona had made in these six months.