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"Kettle's boilin' I'll have it made in a jiffy. No, Murty, you will not sit on that table. Pounds of bath-brick 'ave gone into me tables this last week." "Ye have them always that white I do not see how ye'd want them to be whiter," remarked Murty, gazing round him. "But I niver see anything to aiqual the shine ye have on them tins an' copper.
And a veil oh, sacred spirits! that veil and its contents is now hatin' Carrizoso flats and all the inarticulate earth till fare-ye-well! Wrapped up to the topmast in a white veil, or one of was-white, gray travelling gown, common-sense boots. Gloves ah, yes. And hate hate why, can't you feel the simmerin', boilin' hatred of that States girl just raisin' the temperature of this land of Canaan?
"Here we have," said the man of drugs, "some three drachms of saltpeter in solution, of which, by and by, you may take about one sixth, letting it gargle your throat going down. Peter, is the water hot?" "Yes, broder, water boilin' hover. What do with him now?" "I want to soak his feet; but what shall we do it in? I can fill my seal-skin boots, but they would be awkward."
"Well, well, you're jest all tired out with your journey, an' a cup o' tea's the thing you want, an' none o' my talk; but you see Mis' Melville 'n me's so intimate that I feel's if I'd known you always, 'n I'm real glad to see you here, real glad; 'n I'll bring the tea right over; the kettle was a boilin' when I run out, 'n I'll send Jim right down town for Captain Melville; he's sure to be to the library.
He roared an' yowled like I kenna what, an' black-gairded reed-het roobarb terts, till I thocht he wudda opened the very earth. "O, haud your tongue, Sandy Bowden!" I cried, my very heid like to rive wi' his yalpin'. "Haud my tongue?" says he. "Hoo can I haud my tongue, an' my airms stewin' amon' boilin' jeelie?"
One spring she broke up all the hen nests and turkey nests on the farm, and they had to buy chickens all summer and turkeys all next winter. They used to tell how she stood and hollered for two hours one day because the housekeeper wouldn't let her put her hand into a kittle o' boilin' lye soap.
The whole place looks as if there was goin' to be an auction, or a rummage sale, or as if we had moved out 'cause the house was afire. Then she falls to with tubs of boilin' hot soap-suds, until it fills your lungs, and drips off the ends of your nose and your fingers, and smells like goodness knows what." "Jonathan!" Hepsey reproved. "Are you exaggerating just the least bit?" echoed Betty.
Thin it got hotter an' hotter, an' people begun to complain a little. They was sthrong in thim days, not like th' joods they raise now, an' a little heat more or less didn't kill thim. But afther a while it was more thin most iv thim wanted. The sthreet-car thracks got so soft they spread all over th' sthreet, an' th' river run dhry. Afther boilin' f'r five days like a How are ye, Dempsey?
Soames subdued a sudden longing to get up and kick the fellow. He heard his wife reply: "Human nature is not the same in England as anywhere else." That was her confounded mockery! "Well, I don't know much about this small country" 'No, thank God! thought Soames "but I should say the pot was boilin' under the lid everywhere. We all want pleasure, and we always did." Damn the fellow!
"Help her why, y' see, Geoff, I I ain't in a steady job yet. But I do my best an' why, there's d' kettle boilin' at last!" saying which, Spike turned and vanished again, leaving Mr. Ravenslee still staring down at the pictured face.
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