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A faint, cold smile was allowed to appear upon his lips, and a fragment from a story he had read came momentarily to his mind.... "Through the gaping crowds the young Augustan noble was borne down from the Palatine, scornful in his jeweled litter...." An admiring murmur reached William's ear. "OH, oh, honey! Look attem long-tail suit! 'At's a rich boy, honey!"
Bartlett's unvarying sobriety and that of his men threatened to undermine the coherency of the conversation, but the position was saved by Uncle Mo, who seemed less infatuated than others about them. "Bartlett's ain't neither here or there," said he. "What I look at's like this, the leg's off, and we've got to clap on a new un.
"Mah gracious sakes alive!" gasped Sam. "Dat's a reg'lar circus trick at's what it am!" He scratched his head in surprise, and the stick he had picked up, intending to drive away the dog with, stuck straight out. In a moment Snap raced up, and jumped over the stick. "Oh, look!" cried Flossie. "Another trick!" exclaimed Freddie. "Mah gracious goodness!" cried Sam. "Dat suah am wonderful!"
An ill man, or wuman, like Mistress Catanach, for enstance, 'at's a'boady, 'cep' what o' her 's deevil," "Nonsense!" said the marquis, angrily; but Malcolm went on: " maun be jist fu' o' ghaists! An' for onything I ken, that 'll be what maks ghaists o' themsel's efter they 're deid, settin' them waukin', as they ca' 't.
"Nae doot it's a graund sicht; the like o't is no gien tae us twice in a generation, an' nae king wes ever carried tae his tomb in sic a cathedral. "But it's the fouk a'm conseederin', an' hoo they'll win through; it's hard eneuch for them 'at's on the road, an' it's clean impossible for the lave.
A man 'at's been used to workin' seventeen hours a day, ever sence he was born till he's turned sixty, ain't goin' to be content to lie abed till six seven o'clock in the mornin' an' spend the rest the day splittin' kindlin'-wood to keep a parlor stove a-goin'. He'll be glad o' the job, an' he'll be glad o' the wages, an' he'll break his neck tryin' to do more an' better'n Moses ever did.
"I tellt ye a'ready," answered Cosmo; "I come frae the auld country." "Deil tak the auld country! What care I for the auld country! It's a braid place, an' langer nor it's braid, an' there's mony ane intil't an' oot on't 'at's no warth the parritch his mither pat intil 'im.
I want thee to remember it allus, an' to moind him 'at's dead, an' let his little hond howd thee back fro' sin an' hard thowts. I'll pray fur thee neet an' day, Tim, an' tha shalt pray fur me, an' happen theer'll come a leet.
What a soft, curly, white little dog!" "'At's my Fluffles," explained Arthur. "Do you know any more stories, Anne Lewis?" inquired Dunlop. "Martha said she 'spected you didn't." "Yes, I do." "How many?" "O oh! I don't know. Many as I want to make up. I'm playing a story now while I wash dishes this is my dining-room week.
"Why, yes," admitted Marcia, unruffled. "'At's all life is. Just going round kissing people." "Well," replied Horace emphatically, "I must say your ideas are horribly garbled! In the first place life isn't just that, and in the second place. I won't kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can't get rid of habits. This year I've got in the habit of lolling in bed until seven-thirty "
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