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Dolly, having been recently in collision with Time, saw her way to profitable comparison. "A long, long, long time, like my birfday!" she said, suggestively but unstructurally. "Heaps longer," said Gwen. "Heaps and heaps!" Dolly was impressed, almost cowed. She could not be even with these aeons and eras and epochs, at her time of life.
"I shan't be five not till my next birfday, such a long, long, long, long time." "And you'll stop four till you're five," said Gwen. "Won't you, Dolly dear? What very blue eyes the little person has!" They were fixed on the speaker with all the solemnity the contemplation of a geological period of Time inspires. The little person nodded gravely about the Time, not about her eyes and said: "Ass!"
But Isaac was utterly ignorant who the stranger could be and hung back with his finger in his mouth. "That's your brother Benjamin, Ikey," said Solomon. "Don't want no more brovers," said Ikey. "Oh, but I was here before you," said Benjamin laughing. "Does oor birfday come before mine, then?" "Yes, if I remember." Isaac looked tauntingly at the door. "See!" he cried to the absent Sarah.
She, who had given Miss Asenath something, if only a tight bouquet of flowers from the plants brought into the house for the winter, every birthday anniversary since she was old enough to lisp "birfday" and comprehend its significance, had forgotten that this event was so near.
"We've brung you a birfday present," they cry; "it's a book, and we made it all our own se'ves, and all the chilluns helped and made somefin' to put in it. Miss Mary's down stairs mindin' the babies, and she sends you her love. Good-by! Happy birfday!" "Happy birthday" indeed! Golden, precious, love-crowned birthday! Was ever such a book, so full of sweet messages and tender thoughts!
"Never mind how I look; tell me at once what you've been up to!" "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, "d'ye tink I kilt some ol' sucker for 'is money hey? Ha, ha! Well, I hain't, see? I've bin skinnin' a dead hoss an brot ye d' skin for a birfday present, see?" The skin was lying in a bloody heap outside the back door. I arranged "Franz" for dinner and the party was complete.
Her forehead was puckered painfully as, gripping her hat, she stood busily curling and uncurling her toes in the dirt. Her lashes were fluttering as if she awaited a blow. "I'll just ask you one thing," went on the eldest brother; "what's to-morrow?" The little girl started as if the blow had fallen, and stammered her answer. "My my birfday," she said. "A ha," he replied suggestively.
"It's my birfday to-day," observed the junior. "I just said so." "That you didn't, Major Thahib. This is a thword. Father's charger's got an over-weach. Jumping. He says it's a dam-nuithanth." "Oh, that's a sword, is it? And 'Fire' has got an over-reach. And it's a qualified nuisance, is it?" "Yeth, and the mare is coughing and her thythe is a blathted fool for letting her catch cold."
Now, jest rock yo'se'f thar an' putty soon you'll git rested." "Thank you, Mars Jasper. An' I hopes you's all well, bof in de flesh an' in de sight o' de Lawd." "Ah, mammy," said the old man, "you never forgit the Lawd, do you?" "How kin I, Mars Jasper, w'en I so close ter Him. An' Marster, dis is my birfday." "Is that so? And how old air you to-day, mammy?"
"You were about the grounds as usual Wednesday, were you not?" "I was 'bout de grounds all day, sah, 'case dere was a pow'ful lot to do a-gittin' ready for de big doins dere was goin' to be on mars'r's birfday." "Did you see either of the strangers who called that day?" "I'se a-comm' to dat d'rectly, sah.
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