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Then there was a strange braying sound like a weirdly discordant fit of laughter; and then perfect silence, with the darkness more profound than ever. "I'm blessed!" came at last from Joe. "Hark at him, Mr Rodd. He calls hisself a messmate! Ast him, I did, to sing us a song to cheer us up. Why, it was bad enough to play for a monkey's funeral march.
"Mist' Curry, you been mighty good to me, one way'n anotheh, an' I'd like to ast yo' fo' some advice." "Well," said the old man, "advice is like medicine, Gabe easy to give but hard to take. What's troublin' you now?" "Mist' Curry, yo' 'membeh me tellin' yo' 'bout that Gen'al Duval colt of mine how he neveh did look the same to me since I got him?"
Sounds like a girl to go out walkin' with under the myrtle-trees in the grove moonlight nights, Myrtle Musgrove does. "I declare, I ain't to say religious, but I b'lieve that notice was sent to me providential. "Of co'se, maybe she wouldn't look at me ef I ast her; but one thing shore, she can't if I don't.
"You ast her already?" "That's why I left you down the street. I dropped into Blessington's for the sole purpose of asking her." "And she fell for it?" "She accepted my invitation yes." After a long pause George ground his cigarette beneath his heel, and rose. "In wrong, as usual," he admitted with winning simplicity. "I never did guess anythin' right the first time.
"But, Bud, are they really smart?" asked Dick. "Smart ain't no name fer it. All yer got ter do to find out if they're smart is ter look at their whiskers. The smartest o' all animiles is man, an' don't he wear whiskers? An' I want ter ast yer what other animile hez whiskers exceptin' ther goat. Ther goat knew what he was about when he begin ter raise whiskers. He says ter hisself "
Then just before the horn sounded for supper, a knock came at the door. "Come in!" called Anne, buttoning her white suede boots. "'S onny me. Ah jes' wanta ast you-all ef it is right in city sassiety, fur a widder of six months' standin' t' go t' a party whar onny old frien's will be. Thar won't be no sky-larkin' er high-jinks, yo' know!"
"By the way," he said, halting a moment, "can't you come in to tea at six o'clock? I want to make ye acquainted with Polly, an' she's itchin' to see ye." "I shall be delighted," said John. "Polly," said David, "I've ast the young feller to come to tea, but don't you say the word 'Eagle, to him.
"I mout," says Hank, "and then agin I moutn't. I don't see as it's no consarns of yourn, nohow." I knowed he was going, though. Hank, he never missed a circus. "Well," I says, "they wasn't no harm to ast, was they?" "Well, you've asted, ain't you?" says Hank. "Well, then," says I, "I'd like to go to that there circus myself."
Jim had a piece of old carpet about him, and coughed with almost every breath. Mrs. Wiggs's head was in her hands, and the tears that trickled through her crooked fingers hissed as they fell on the stove. It was the first time Jim had ever seen her give up. "Seems like we'll have to ast fer help, Jim," she said. "I can't ast fer credit at Mr.
"Well, suh, I jes' wanted to ast you ef you ever run acrost one of these yere whiffletits w'ich played on the jazzin'-valve?" "Prithee?" "Naw, suh, not the prith prith whut you jes' said. I mentioned the jazzin'-valve whut some folks calls the saxophone. D'ye reckin they mout' 'a' been a whiffletit onct 'at played on one?" "Oh, the saxophone! Well, as to that I could not with certainty speak.
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