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I caught Marjie just in time, an' I puts off before her toward her home. At the corner I quit kangarooin' an' walks quick an' a little timid-like, just Marjie to a dimple. If you'd been there, you'd wanted to put some more pink flowers round where they'd do the most good." I squeezed his hand. "Quit that, you ugly bear. That's a lady's hand yet a whoile an' can't stand too much pressure.
Jim, old man, I'm sorry for you, but my belief is we're quartered here for a year or two certain, and the sooner we make up our minds to it the better. Here poor old Jim groaned. 'Don't you think, he said, quite timid-like, 'that about shearing-time a man might take his chance, leading an old horse with a swag on, as if he wanted to get shearing in some of the big down-the-river sheds?
I lay there thinkin' it all over how awful I'd look when you fellers came to find me and bury me, an' how you wouldn't dare tell the folks at home about it. "Finally, I got plum desperate. I didn't seem to be dyin', but to be gettin' better every minute. I determined to find out just however much of my head was really gone. I put up my hand, timid-like, an' felt my forehead. It was all there.
"Well, THAT'S all right then, thank goodness." Says I, kind of timid-like: "Is something gone wrong?" The king whirls on me and rips out: "None o' your business! You keep your head shet, and mind y'r own affairs if you got any. Long as you're in this town don't you forgit THAT you hear?" Then he says to the duke, "We got to jest swaller it and say noth'n': mum's the word for US."
"'Why not send it down the flume? asts Jess, timid-like. I could see she was jest crazy about gittin' it. "'Oh, the flume is old, an' it's rotten in places, an' such a heavy load might go through. "'Why, it holds up the grub-boat all right, says Jess 'Oh, if I could only have that pianner down here! I can play a little already, an' I'd l'arn a lot. I'd practise eight hours a day.
"Well, THAT'S all right then, thank goodness." Says I, kind of timid-like: "Is something gone wrong?" The king whirls on me and rips out: "None o' your business! You keep your head shet, and mind y'r own affairs if you got any. Long as you're in this town don't you forgit THAT you hear?" Then he says to the duke, "We got to jest swaller it and say noth'n': mum's the word for US."
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