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Updated: May 1, 2025
A man, more silent than anything on earth, with the soft, quick, dark eyes of a woodcock and a long, greenish, knitted waistcoat, black cutaway, and tight trousers strapped over his boots, opened the door. "I shan't go out again, Markey. Mrs. Markey must give me some dinner. Anything'll do."
"I'm obliged to them for nothin'; but I'd like the little one to have a better chance than the marryin' o' a man like me, an' if anything'll get it for her, it'll be schoolin'."
But, confound it, she and her mother are mighty particular. FOMÍNISHNA. Why should they be particular? Well, the chief thing is that they should be fresh-complexioned people, not bald, and not smell bad; and then anything'll pass, so it's a man! I have worn myself out the livelong day; from early morning I've been tearing around like a wet hen.
"Would you run and leave me all alone?" asked Janet. "Nope! Course I wouldn't do that," Teddy declared. "I'd run and I'd help you run. But I don't guess anything'll bite me. Anyhow, Indians don't bite." "How do you know?" asked Janet. "Some Indians are wild. I heard Uncle Frank say so, and wild things bite!" "But not Indians," insisted Teddy.
"Make it legal, camel." A man near by prodded Perry. "Give him a piece of paper, camel. Anything'll do." Perry fumbled confusedly in his pocket, found a folded paper and pushed it out through the camel's mouth. Holding it upside down Jumbo pretended to scan it earnestly. "Dis yeah's a special camel's license," he said. "Get you ring ready, camel."
"Yes, but you want to watch out for greasewood," advised Smith, "when you come to pick land in this country. It's a sign of alkali. Pick that gray, dusty-lookin' stuff. That's sage, and where it grows big, anything'll grow when you git the water on it." "But how do you get the water on this hilly land?" she asked.
"I hope I know a gentleman when I see one," she said, with a break in her staid voice. "I shall have to see about getting some clothes to-morrow, Mrs. Bunting." Again he looked at her appealingly. "I expect you'd like to wash your hands now, sir. And would you tell me what you'd like for supper? We haven't much in the house." "Oh, anything'll do," he said hastily.
To his intense humiliation, Thorpe could not make out the meaning of the query. "Oh, anything'll do for me," he said, awkwardly smiling. "It's years since I've shot I daresay one gun'll be quite the same as another to me." He felt the knowing bright eyes of the keeper taking all his measurements as a sportsman.
"Much good takin' anything'll do!" grumbled Jane. Then, plucking crossly at a muslin sleeve, "Well, what do you want? Your French doll? Speak up!" "I don't want anything," asserted Gwendolyn, " long as I can't have my Puffy Bear any more." There was a wide vacant place beside the dog with the large ears.
But, good luck to yer wisdom an' foresight, Larry O'Hale, for ye've come down soft, anyhow, an' if there's anything'll cure ye o' this bad habit slaipin' on trees'll do it in the coorse o' time, I make no doubt wotiver!" Next morning the travellers rose with the sun, and descended from the tree in which they had spent the night much refreshed and "ready for anything."
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