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"When your book is written the love story. Not till then." "It's getting on beautifully!" he pleaded. "It never will be done. There's going to be no end to the chapters." "Mercy gracious! Where are you now?" "The heroine has just said yes. The hero has just kissed her he is just going to kiss her ag " "Mercy mercy gracious!" Miss Theodosia's fair cheeks flooded pink. She held up a staying hand.
"'How's that, fellers? says Ag to me and White. We said we was agreeable. "'All right, in you come! says Aggy. 'There ain't no hog about our firm but as for you, says he, walking on his tip-toes up to the driver, 'as for you, you cock-eyed whelp, around you go! Around you go! he hollers, jamming the end of Moral Suasion into the driver's trap. 'Oh, and WON'T you go 'round, though! says he.
"Ag said he'd be cussed if he'd walk. A hundred and fifty miles of a stroll was too many. "'But we ain't got a cent to pay the stage fare, says I. "'Borrow it of Uncle Hotel-keep, says he. "'Not by a town site, says I. 'We owe him all we're going to, at this very minute you'll have to hoof it, that's all. "'I tell you I won't. I don't like to have anybody walk on my feet, not even myself.
"Well," said Penrod, clearing his mouth after a struggle, "who wants 'em to? Ouch!" "I hear they call Georgie Bassett the 'little gentleman," ventured the barber, provocatively, meeting with instant success. "They better not call ME that," returned Penrod truculently. "I'd like to hear anybody try. Just once, that's all! I bet they'd never try it ag OUCH!" "Why? What'd you do to 'em?"
" Now that's all right, an' we'll have the sleighride," Si said; "but we've got to fix it with the girls. Let's go back to the schoolhouse, an' I'll write a letter to Ag Morrell that'll show her she can't make us do just what she thinks best." "What's the use of writin' her a letter?" asked Tom Hardy, who wanted to get home in time to do his chores before dark.
The poor fellow's withered face brightened slowly and timidly, as if he were half incapable, half afraid, of indulging in the unaccustomed luxury of a smile. In his confusion he bid me welcome home ag ain, as if the house had been mine. Taking me into the little back-room which he inhabited, the old man gave me all he had to offer a supper of bacon and eggs and a glass of home-brewed beer.
"'Why! says Ag, 'that's for you to say wouldn't look well coming from me but if you press me, I'll admit I give birth to a little gem now and then. "Our bold buck puts on a great swagger. 'Well yer needn't be funny in this waggon, says he. 'The pair of yer spongin' a ride! Yer needn't be gay yer hear me, don't cher? "'Why, I hear you as plain as though you set right next me, says Ag.
One of 'em was hopping around and hollering with Ag, yelling 'hooray! and the other didn't take much interest in the proceedings at all. And it wasn't until I thought, 'Now I can pay that cussed cayote of a stage driver what I owe him! that I got any good out of it. That brought it home to me. When I spoke to Ag about paying the driver, he says, 'That's so, then he takes a quick look around.
Set him up, Beetle. Give me the glove an' put in the gag." In silence Campbell was "rocked" sixty-four times. "I believe I'm goin' to die!" he gasped. "He says he is goin' to die. Put him away. Now, Sefton! Oh, I forgot! Sefton, what did you bully Clewer for?" The answer is unprintable; but it brought not the faintest flush to Stalky's downy cheek. "Make him an Ag Ag, Turkey!"
"Don't get sot up about it, Ag," returned Enoch. "You look a good deal like a collapsed balloon, you know! Shall we launch the good ship Ida, fellows?" "She ain't anything to what the Na-che was," sighed Jonas, "but she's pretty good at that. If I ain't too tired, to-night, I may clean her up a little."
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