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"Well, ye're going to hear it, and ye'll have to say if this young miss here trolls it as well as Moll Davies used to." "What stuff ye be talkin', Betty," retorted the old woman. "Nobody can. I can remember my mistress a-singin' it as well as if it was only yesterday." "Do ye hear that I've forgotten what name Hannah told me yours was?" "Lavinia Fenton. But please call me Lavinia." "So I will.
Y' see I was jest sore hearin' them sayin' things 'bout you in the camp, an' you a-singin' made me feel you didn't care nuthin'. An' these scallawags a-comin' around a-sassin' you, an' a-kissin' you, sort o' set my blood boilin'. No, miss ma'm, you ain't a-goin' to chase me out! You wouldn't now, would you?" she appealed.
A dew sparklin' on the grass under the maples, and the sunshine a-fleckin' the ground between 'em, and the robins a-singin' and the hummin' birds a-hoverin' round the honeysuckles at the door. And over all and through all, and above all clear and sweet, comin' from fur off a-floatin' through the Sabbath stillness, the sound of the bells, a-bringin' to us sweet Sabbath messages of love and joy.
Davies larnt her in a v'ice as seems as if she wur a-singin' in her sleep, but it's very sweet to hear it. Yesterday I crep' near her when she was a-sittin' down lookin' at herself in that 'ere llyn where the water's so clear, "Knockers' Llyn," as they calls it, where her and me and Rhona Boswell used to go. And I heard her say she was "cussed by Henry's feyther."
At the auspicious moment the book opened at the accustomed place, and the old preacher, after properly adjusting his glasses, slowly began: 'Old Grimes is dead, that good old man. Amazed beyond description, the preacher instantly suspended the reading, carefully wiped off his glasses, looked appealingly to the congregation, and again solemnly and slowly began: 'Old Grimes is dead, that good old man. The congregation now equally astonished with himself, the aged pastor suspended the reading, carefully removed his glasses, and laying down the book, solemnly observed: 'My beloved friends, I have been a-readin' and a-singin' outen this blessed book for nigh onto forty year, and I never seed this hymn in thar before; but it's in thar, brethren, and we'll sing it through if it smashes up this meetin!
The big-eyed owl a-settin' on a limb With nary a wink nur nod, The big-eyed owl a-settin' on a limb, Is a-singin' a sort of a solemn hymn Of "Hoo! hoo-ah!" at God. Albert could not resist a temptation to smile at this last line. "I know, stranger. You think a owl can't sing to God. But I'd like to know why!
Co'se the woman folks got hit out'n her they al'ays gits whut they want, as you know an' thar the sorry cuss was a-livin' up thar in the Bend, jes aroun' that bluff o' lorrel yander, a-lookin' pious, an' a-singin', an' a-sayin' Amen louder 'n anybody when thar was meetin'. Well, my boy Jim an' a lot o' fellers jes went up fer him right away.
"I've seen many a drunk chap in my time," he said, "but never anyone so cryin' drunk as that cove. He was at the gate when I came out, a-leanin' up agin the railings, and a-singin' at the pitch o' his lungs about Columbine's New-fangled Banner, or some such stuff. He couldn't stand, far less help." "What sort of a man was he?" asked Sherlock Holmes.
"I think," answered the child, "you ought to call me to you and say, 'You been a-singin' to the table, Prudy. Then I'll say 'Yes'm; and you'll say, 'Prudy, go right out in the kitchen, and don't let me see you till you come back pleasant." Grandma put her head out of the window a moment, for she didn't want any body to see her smile. "This is one of Prudy's days," thought she.
I reckon I haint done forgot how I and Crockett sot on the fence in old Virginny and heard the bobolinks a-singin'." Old Hannah was waxing sentimental, and with a heightened bloom upon her cheeks Maude left her to her memories of Crockett and the bobolinks, while she went back to her lover.
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