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A flattie slid over the side of the cutter and plopped into the water, and Black Charley, with a couple of downcast boys, came alongside the NAUTILUS. "Hullo, Bill! Hullo, Jim! How's yous getting on? Yous drop on good place. I see yous boys picking up fish like a hen picking up corn." "Not much," replied Jim. "It was pretty thick, but it was only a small patch, and we've pretty well cleaned it up.
MacDermott, who had been silent now for some time, made a noise with a dish on the table. "Och, sure, what does he know about love?" she exclaimed angrily. "A child that's not long left his mother's arms would know as much. Mebbe, now you've read your oul' story, John, the whole of yous will sit up to the table and take your tea!"
But, I say" and anguish again settled on his brow "wot am I to call yous? I can't order you about as Mr. Jim. It wouldn't seem to come natural." "Oh, call us any old thing," said Jim, laughing. The old man pondered. "Well, I'll call yous Major an' Captin," he declared, at length. "That'll sound like a pair of workin' bullocks, an' I'll feel more at 'ome." "Right-o," said Jim, choking slightly.
"No; not bad enough to send you back to 'stir' for it." There was a dead silence for the space of a long minute, and while it endured the man sat motionless, with his back against the wall and his hands locked over his knees. Then: "They'd all pat you on the back if yous was to let out that yell.
There are too many 'yous' and 'yours' in it; you ought to say 'one' now and then, to make it seem more like good writing. 'One opens a favorite book; 'One's thoughts are a great comfort in solitude, and so on." "I don't know any more about solitude this week than I did about joy and duty last week," grumbled Rebecca.
Couldn' sleep a wink," said Ebony one day, some weeks after the return of Orlando, when, according to custom, he and the native missionary and his wife, with the chiefs Tomeo and Buttchee, assembled for a consultation in the palm-grove. "What have you been thinking about?" asked Orley. "Yous fadder, ob course."
"Ha! ha-a!" laughed Sam through a mouthful of pie-crust. "Ho! ho!" cried the old woman, with a look of surprise, "yous bery brav boy, I dessay, but if dem roberts doos kum back, you soon laugh on wrong side ob de mout', for dey screw yous limbses off, an' ho! skrunch yous teeth hout, an' roast you 'live, so you better heat w'at yous can an' go hof fast as you couldn't."
She 'll be well till a day or two, now, and back to school IF she's kep' quiet, and her mind ain't bothered any. Now, GOOD-by to yous." For a long time after her unhappy experiences with "Ivanhoe" Tillie did not again venture to transgress against her father's prohibition of novels.
"You sees me pipin' yous off in town, and you was thinkin' maybe I'd drop in here to-night and crack this old box f'r the swag there'd be in it. You laid f'r me alone, because yit you wouldn't be willin' to give me up. Ain't that the size of it, pally?" "You've guessed it," I said, handing his own words back to him. "And now one more question, Dorgan: have you quit the crooked business for keeps?"
"Comical it may have been," he said, "but I'll bet you me best brogues ne'er a one of yous ever witnessed a quarer buryin' than a one I seen down in the south some ould ages ago, when I was a slip of a lad. But I'll maybe ha' tould you the story, ma'am about the flood in the Tullaroe River?" "Was that the time it riz up suddint and dhrownded the crathur that was diggin' the grave?" said Mrs.
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