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"Don't spoil those feathers, you meddlesome creature!" "Merely admirin' the colors. Pretty sort of a thing, this 'ere! 'Most too light and fuzzy for a duster, a'n't it? Feathers ben dyed, most likely? Willin' to 'bleege the fair, however, especially one so handsome."
No more than a gopher is admirin' a side-winder." "Latimer," said Harlan, "don't like my style of beauty either. I've been noticin' it. He's a mighty interestin' man.
An' I telled t' awd lass a heeap more about Rip than I'd ever heeared; how he tuk t' lost prize at Lunnon dog-show and cost thotty-three pounds fower shillin' from t' man as bred him; 'at his own brother was t' propputty o' t' Prince o' Wailes, an' 'at he had a pedigree as long as a Dook's. An' she lapped it all oop an' were niver tired o' admirin' him.
And when it comes to the baby; why, say, he'll gaze as admirin' at young Master Richard toddlin' around as if he was some blood relation; followin' him everywhere, with that black nose nuzzled under one of the youngster's arms, or with a sleeve held tender in his teeth. Any kid at all Buddy is strong for.
All right; only next time you get to admirin' each other I'm goin' out. That kind of admiration makes me nervous. I heard you admirin' Zuba out in the kitchen just before we left." "Azuba makes me awfully out of patience. She won't do what I tell her; she will wear her apron to the door; she will talk when she shouldn't. Just think what she said about you when the minister called.
Now if it had been two common, everyday parties, debatin' which owned a yellow dog, they'd gone hoarse over it; but not these two plutes. Gedney Nash asks Old Hickory only three more questions before he turns to the wicker cages and begins admirin' the fancy poultry. "Excellent specimens, excellent!" says he. "And in the pink of condition too.
"He says Inspector Burke's got a gold watch that weighs a ton, an' all set with diamon's! which was give to 'im by admirin' friends!... We didn't contribute." "Given to him," Mary corrected, with a tolerant smile. Aggie sniffed once again. "What difference does it make?" she demanded, scornfully. "He's got it, ain't he?"
"That's right," he said, looking at her oddly; "he couldn't come. You see, he's sort of taken a shine to a biscuit shooter in Crogan's, over in Lazette, an' he couldn't very well break away." "A biscuit shooter!" she said, uncomprehendingly. "Sure. I reckon that back East you'd call her a waitress, or somethin'. I ain't admirin' his taste none. She ain't nowheres near as good-lookin' as you."
I jest knows a hoss when I sees one." "Yer don't call thet a hoss yer a-straddlin', I hope?" "I shore do. He ain't much fer ter gaze on admirin', I agree, but he's a good little cayuse. I reckon, now, yer some proud o' thet magpie hoss." "I be. It kin outrun anythin' this side o' ther State o' Newbrasky." "P'r'aps yer lookin' fer a race ter see what ther best we've got in camp kin do, no?"
"I took a rusticator once 't was dietin' for dyspepsy that's a state o' the stomick, ye know, kind o' between hay and grass and if I didn't get tired o' makin' toast and droppin' eggs!" "I never could see no fun in bein' a rusticator anyway, down there by the sea-wall on a hot day, settin' up agin' a spruce tree admirin' the lan'scape, with ants an' pitch ekally a-meanderin' over ye."
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