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"I never thought of such a thing. I was just going to tell you what an adverb was, and when I looked up I saw I saw " "That my hair was not arranged properly?" asked Miss Ketchum. "Yes'm," said Ruby, "and then before I knew what I was going to do I had laughed. I am so sorry, and oh, I wish I could go home. I never was bad in school before, and I did not mean to be this time.
"That's all I want, dearest don't tell me any more!" A bell rang cheerily, and, when they went in, Aunt Jane welcomed him with apparent cordiality, though a close observer might have detected a tinge of suspicion. She liked the ring on Ruth's finger, which she noticed for the first time. "It's real pretty, ain't it, James?" she asked. "Yes'm, 't is so."
I ought to. Go on." "Yes'm. And Zach he got to to bettin', as you might say. And we got talkin' about er cherry rum, seems so. It's kind of funny that we done it, now I come to think of it, but we did. Seems to me 'twas Zach started it." "Um.... I see. Go on." "Well, we argued and argued and finally he up and bet me there wasn't a drink of cherry rum in this house.
"You you came back!" she faltered, stifling a sob. "Yes'm," responded The Hopper, rubbing his hand across his nose. His appearance roused Billie's father to a sense of his parental responsibility. "You brought the boy back! You are the kidnaper!" "Roger," cried Muriel protestingly, "don't speak like that! I'm sure this gentleman can explain how he came to bring Billie."
"Yes'm exactly, ma'am," Crowell began, rubbing his hands again; "and now, please tell me of the locking up last night. As usual, ma'am, as usual?" "Precisely. Our sleeping rooms are those three," she pointed to the bedrooms. "When they are locked, they form a unit by themselves, quite apart from the rest of the apartment." Dr. Crowell looked interested.
We all doubts it, just like you do. So we ups and hog ties the old natural, picks him up with a pair of tongs and dips him in the crick. Which he simply lets out one bloodcurdlin' yell of despair and passes out immediate." "Mon Dieu!" said Solange, fervently. "Quels farceurs!" "Yes'm," they agreed, politely.
"Well, all I've got to say is it's a mighty young dependence. Coming on next week, ain't it? You won't be much older by then. Yes'm," she turned to business, "I don't say but what it's high for rhubarb, but there ain't another bunch in the market, and won't be for a week yet."
It'll have to be your book, 'The Love Letters of a Sailor, by James, and dedicated in the front 'to my dearly beloved wife, Jane Ball, as was Jane Hathaway. It'll be beautiful, won't it, James?" "Yes'm, I hev no doubt but what it will." "Do you remember, James, how you borrered a chisel from the tombstone man over to the Ridge, and cut our names into endurin' granite?"
I asked, when he came to my side. "Yes'm, I do know you," he told me, eagerly. "You are Miss Shaw, and you talked to us boys at Pontiac last year. I'm out on parole now, but I 'ain't forgot. Us boys enjoyed you the best of any show we ever had!" I was touched by this artless compliment, and anxious to know how I had won it, so I asked, "What did I say that the boys liked?" The lad hesitated.
"Has Dolly got home from school?" was the next question. "Yes'm," Webb answered. "She come in a minute ago. She may be lyin' down. She ain't as well as common; she looks sorter peaked; I told 'er she'd better take a tonic o' some sort. She's stickin' too close over them books; she needs exercise, an' plenty of it."
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