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What shall I do?" "Yes." "YES! What in time are you sayin' yes for?" "Hum? Eh? Oh, excuse me, Sam; I didn't mean yes, I mean no." "Gracious king!" "Well er er ," desperately, "you told me to say yes or no, so I " "See here, Jed Winslow, HAVE you heard what I've been sayin'?" "Why, no, Sam; honest I ain't.
How did you come to sell these er Funny folks, in the first place?" Mr. Winslow looked surprised. "Why, they wrote and sent an order," he replied. "Did, eh? And you didn't think of lookin' 'em up to see whether they was good for anything or good for nothin'? Just sailed in and hurried off the stuff, I presume likely?" Jed nodded. "Why why, yes, of course," he said.
"I shall take my opportunity," he ses, "and break it to 'er gentle like. When I speak to you, you chip in, and not afore. D'ye understand?" We went into the East India Docks that v'y'ge, and got there early on a lovely summer's evening. Everybody was 'arf crazy at the idea o' going ashore agin, and working as cheerful and as willing as if they liked it.
"There's Mrs Brown's baby expectin' to be waited on 'and an' foot, an' thinks nothin' of wakin' 'er up in the night, cryin' its heart out one minute, an' cooin' like a dove the next, though I don't 'old with keepin' birds in the 'ouse as makes an awful mess, an' always the fear of a nasty nip through the bars of the cage, which means a piece of rag tied round your finger."
Looks lak I ain't got the heart to put a livin' thing inter a pie sence they done gone an' lef' me. I cyarn't eat fer a thinkin' what kind er messes they is puttin' in they own innerds; an I cyarn't sleep fer thinkin' of the deep waters a rollin' betwixt us." Mrs. Brown and Molly had to wipe their eyes at Kent's description of the dear old darkey.
"Er yes," he answered, without moving his head, "er about the mortgage." "Mr. Worthington told me that you had bought it." "Yes, I did yes, I did." "I'm afraid you will have to foreclose," said Wetherell; "I cannot reasonably ask you to defer the payments any longer." "If I foreclose it, what will you do?" he demanded abruptly.
"Preposterous! Did you hear it, Snuffin?" puffed the important man. "Yes yes, I think I did, sir," answered the machinist, in a hesitating voice. "You did? What! You mean to tell me you heard their whistle?" "Yes yes, sir!" "Why why er I " the big man puffed and blew, but seemed to find no words in which to express himself.
Once again the horn was heard, but very much nearer now, and louder, whereupon Mr. Brimberly turned, almost hastily, and his visitor rose hurriedly. "It's very annoying, Mr. Stevens," said he, "but can I trouble you to to step er down stairs with the glasses? It's 'ighly mortifying, but may I ask you to er step a little lively, Mr. Stevens?" Without a word, Mr.
Parker entered the building, but Captain Zeb remained outside, stammering that he cal'lated he'd better stay where he could keep an eye on his horse. This was such a transparent excuse that it would have been funny at any other time. No one smiled now, however. "Is is Mrs. Coffin er Keziah aboard?" the captain asked. "No, she isn't. She went to the parsonage a few hours ago. Mr.
To wound that gentle pride in his possessions which was obviously the life of the singular being before me I couldn't do it. "The fact is," I repeated, "I I have a friend outside waiting for me. The Little Red Doctor er Dr. Smith, you know." "A physician?" he said eagerly. "Would he come in, do you think? Willy Woolly has been quite feverish to-day."
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