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But ef you'll send some of your constables out to the barn at the pore-house and look under the hay-mow in the north-east corner, you'll find some things maybe as has been a-missin' fer some time. And that a'n't out of the tater side, nuther." Meantime Bud did not rest.
"Thanks. I ain't a-missin' a chanct to eat. And I reckon ole Rowdy there could do somethin' in that line hisself." Bailey smiled. "Turn your horse into the corral. Better pack your saddle over here. That pup will chew them new latigos if he gets near it." "That doggone pup come mighty nigh bustin' me," and Pete smiled for the first time since arriving. "But the pup was havin' a good time, anyhow."
"Oh, 'ere, governor, I reckon you're a-goin' to turn me up 'cos I wasn't at the racket school. But my old gal, she's a-missin'. She's always a-skylarkin' somewheres, she is, and I was a-lookin' for her." "Have you found her?" asked Jack, whose pleasure at finding his young protege was unconcealed. "Found 'er! No; but I knows where she is." "Where?" "In the station, for smashin' winders.
"On'y she's a-missin', that's all; but there, she allers turns up, she does, and wipes me to-rights, too." "She was nearly killing you the night we saw you," said I. "'Taint no concern of yourn. Shine 'e boots, sir? 'ere yer are, sir. Not that bloke, sir. Do yer 'ear? Shine 'e boots, mister?" This last spirited call was addressed to an elderly gentleman who was passing.
Over an hour of such sport had gone by when Bud remarked, "Ivy's a-missin' all the fun." "She's too little to go down by herself," answered John Jay; "but if I had another little board I'd take her down in front of me." He began looking around the wood-pile for one. Then he caught sight of the big dish-pan, which had been set outside on the logs to sun. "That's the ve'y thing!" he exclaimed.
I thought she'd set her cap for you, I did. Whenever a man and woman gits polite, whenever they has to bow and scrape that way, a-misterin' and a-missin' one another, they're hiding somethin'; they ain't actin' open. So I was beginnin' to think mebbe she wanted to marry you and " "Go on reading please read to us," pleaded Mary.
"He's pelting the gulls as usual," said Black Ned. "A-missin' of 'em, you mean," suggested Mitford. "Hallo, Terrence!" shouted Hayward, catching sight of the Irishman at that moment. "Here! we want you." "Comin', sor, jist wan more shot at this baste. He's bin flyin' round me hid for half-an-hour at laste, winkin' at the stones as they go by him. Och! missed again bad luck to ye!"
Brady looked after him and smilingly shook her head: "He may say it's the tay, but there was some preschription in that bit o' blue paaperr I was ahfter destroyin' that was the pain-killer this toime for the poor young gintleman. Me prrivit opinion is that he, too, is a-missin' the swate eyes o' Miss Molly Brown!"
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