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Her back was turned to her father and brothers. Hardy sang the popular "Folkevise," beginning "Det var en Lørdag aften Jeg sad og vented dig Du loved mig at komme vist Men kom dog ej til mig." This song of the people possesses a rare plaintiveness, and describes how a peasant girl had expected her lover, but he came not, and her grief at seeing him with a rival.
The "first mate" was tossing back and forth in the crib, making odd little choky noises in his swollen throat. When his father entered he opened his eyes, stared unmeaningly, and said: "'Tand by to det der ship under way." "Good Lord! he's out of his head," gasped the Captain.
"I'm unhappy too," said Racey's high-pitched little voice from the corner of the room. "I'm vrezy unhappy, and I do so want to det up." A sudden idea struck me. "You shall get up," I said. "I'm sure mother never would have wanted us to stay in bed hours after we were awake. Jump up, Racey, and Tom too; I'll dress you." Up jumped both boys with the greatest delight, and we set to work.
"I'se been to Soogar Wiver, and I don't know how to det home aden, I'se so vewy tired, and I toodn't cwack the candy, and I want to see dwandma," and Tot's words ended in a wail of inarticulate woe. "Where do you live?" asked the boy. "A dwate, dwate ways off," answered Tot. "What is your name?" "Tot Lindsay." "Lindsay? O, I know!
Det är skönt!" he exclaimed to his companion, who bowed in assent, and observed in the Swedish tongue, "Det ser ut som en fregatt;" which, being interpreted, meant that the yacht was like a frigate.
"Don't I det my new s'oes?" says Hemmy. There was a proposition for you! The kid was runnin' true to form and stickin' to the main line. No side issues for him! Pop might be a big man, and all that; but his size didn't cut much ice alongside of the new-shoes prospect. Things was beginnin' to look squally, and Mrs. Piddie's mouth corners was saggin' some, when I has a thought.
"I don't know what it is," began John Drillot, "but " "It's the man I shot inside there," said Trevna. "That man hass peen det a hundert years," said Morgan. "All the same, he was running about last night," said Peter, "and I had hold of his leg" with another shiver. "He's dead enough now, anyway," said Drillot. "Eh b'en! leave him where he is, and let's get away.
Tag dit Skib og drag til Land, Det dundrer under Norge. 'Listen, you man, who gave the stocking. Take your ship and make for land, It thunders under Norway. The fisherman obeyed, and a great storm ensued, and many people perished at sea."
Questioned as to Dave's whereabouts, she embarked on a lengthy stuttered explanation of how Dave had dode round there pointing to the clay heap to det some of the new mud the men had spoyded up with their spoyds. She reproduced his words, of course.
"Then he can fwallow Budgie too, an' there'l be two Djonahs ha ha ha! Make his mouf so big he can fwallow Mike, an' zen mate it 'ittle aden, so Mike tan' det OUT; nashty old Mike!" I explained that Mike would not come upstairs again, so I was permitted to depart after securing the window.
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