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That's the date of the policy. Now let's trot inside, an' my gal Mrs. Dickey Bulmer that is to be will give you some tea." "Tea!" snorted Coke. "Well, there's whisky an' soda on tap if you prefer it. It is rather 'ot for tea. Whew! you're boilin'? W'y don't you wear looser clo'es? Look at me cool as a cucumber. By the way, 'oo's the new man you've shipped as second?
"Well, you won't lose him, I hope," said the good creature, stirring the new milk with a spoon, and tasting it to ascertain if it was warm enough "Of coorse it's your husband you whitch! whitch! the divil be off you for a skillet, I've a'most scalded myself wid you it's so thin that it has a thing boilin' before you could say Jack Robinson.
"I'm nae suner out than she's in. She'll no say a word against Coberston for the next three months, I warrant ye. But, by my faith, it's as teuch a job as boilin' auld Soulis in the cauldron at the Skelfhill; and I hae nae black spae-book like Thomas to help my spell. Yet, after a', my Lord, what spell is like the wit o' man, when he has courage to act up to 't!"
Any one that thinks all mankind's divided into good, bad, and middlin', and that they can draft 'em like a lot of cattle some to one yard, some to another don't know much. There's a mob in most towns though, I think, that wants boilin' down bad. Some day they'll do it, maybe; they'll have to when all the good country's stocked up.
"Willie, he was sittin' on a log by the barn, jest wrapped up in a new book he'd found, an' it was some time before just what those ragamuffins was sayin' seeped in. When it did was when I came to the door, boilin' with rage. "Very quiet, but with a sort o' bulldog set to that chin o' his, just like his pa, he closed his book an' laid it down beside him.
Why, the hull kittle of boilin' water just doused itself on my hand and foot!" "That's why Ma didn't rise to greet you," explained the Elegant Ella, and again Molly had hard work to keep her face straight as she noted the girl's comical efforts at etiquette. "Aw, you keep still, Ella," said her mother; "you ain't got no call to talk to the young ladies." But although Mrs.
'Move aff, says she, 'an' don't be inthrudin' an the fire, says she. Well, he kept never mindin', an' didn't let an' to hear a word she was sayin', so she kim over an' she had a spoon in her hand, an' she took jist the smallest taste in life iv the boilin' wather out iv the pot, an' she dhropped it down an his shins, an' with that he let a roar you'd think the roof id fly aff iv the house.
A hook-nosed woman, carrying a smoking lamp, conducted him to a room under the eaves. It was small and suffocating. He involuntarily lifted his hands and touched the ceiling. "It's like a boilin' potato I feel," he said; "and the pot's so little and the lid so tight!" He went to the window, and taking out the nail that held down the sash, pushed it up.
"You tam scarecrow-lookin rascals!" he sputtered out, in great fury, at the same time shaking his huge clenched brown fist in the faces of the whole group, their numbers not in the least checking his impetuosity "You cowartly, starvation-like togs! I've a goot mind to make smashed potatoes o' the whole boilin o' ye. Tam your Spanish noses and whiskers!"
"It is, dear: strive now to keep your mind calm, till you prepare yourself for judgment." "Keep up his head, Paddy keep up his head, or he'll be smothered undher the wather an' the sludge. Here, Mike, take this rope: pull, man, pull, or the horse will be lost! Oh, my head! I'm boilin' I'm burnin'!" "Mrs.
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