United States or Papua New Guinea ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It needed only this the allusion to her commonplace mother, the recollection of the forlorn little mountain home, the idea of her mother's insistent championship of Justus Hoxon to bring the avowal so long trembling on her lips. "I won't! I ain't likin' ye nowadays, Justus Hoxon, nor fur a long time past. I ain't keerin' nothin' 'bout ye." There was something in her tone that carried conviction.
SHE" he lowered his voice as if that potential personality filled the whole cabin "wouldn't like it." "Then at night, when Johnson's away, you do sentry duty round the house?" "Yes, 'sentry dooty, that's it," he seemed impressed with the suggestion "that's it! Sentry dooty. You've struck it, pardner." "And how often is Johnson away?" "'Bout two or three times a week on an average."
You black Sambo," continued he, pointing to a man in a corner, "ab very fine boat, go out all day, catch fly-fish, bring um back, fry um, and sell for money: but when you send to me? not one little fish ebber find way to my mouth. What I tell you 'bout Peter and 'postles all fishermen? good men; give 'way to poor.
I want to reward you all accordingly." "No occasion ter hurry 'bout the payment," said Nick, assuming an air of indifference. "Next week'll be time enough." He glanced down at the bundle of greenbacks and gave a little gasp of envious surprise. "Say," he observed, "you got consid'rable confidence in folk's honesty to carry a heap o' dollars like that along o' you."
No word was spoken for at least a quarter of an hour, during which time, although they rose buoyantly on the water, the waves washed continually over the low-lying deck. As this deck was flush with the gunwale, or rather, had no gunwale at all, the water ran off it as it does off a whale's back. Then there came a momentary lull. "Now, Moses 'bout ship!" shouted Van der Kemp. "Stand by, Nigel!"
Forrester never said nothin' 'bout blastin'. He'll give it to 'em when he knows it. He'll blast 'em!" He staggered on past the cut-off that led to the camp, keeping well up on the bank along the path beside the ditch that Lysander had dug from Flutterwheel Spring. Once there, the sight of the ruin that had befallen his plans seemed to strike him dumb for a little.
"Would y' like me to see y'r lawyer man 'bout puttin' th' ranch lands o' th' Upper Pass on th' market, an' settlin' up th' estate?" "No," answered Eleanor. "I'm not going to sell any of my father's estate." And when Matthews withdrew to join the Williams at the missionary meeting, she burst into tears. She went across to the window wondering about Wayland.
Clear and strong rose the childish voices in different keys and regardless of time, but with a genuine enthusiasm that was in itself a blessing. When they had sung through the three stanzas Mrs. Wiggs began the lesson. "What did we study 'bout last Sunday?" she asked. No response, save a smothered giggle from two of the little girls.
My goodness, child, you don't know how we miss you down here! We talk 'bout you all the time, jes like a person puts their tongue in the empty place after a tooth's done pulled out." "I'm awful glad to be back," said Lovey Mary, too happy to be cast down by the reversion to the original state of the Hazy household. "Me an' Chris ain't had a comfortable day sence you left," complained Miss Hazy.
Soon's pap left, I got ter thinkin' what I'd done, an' the more I studied 'bout hit, 'bout Mr. Burns a-havin' ter go ter prison, an' 'bout you-all a-carin' for him the way you does, an' 'bout how happy you was over his book, an' an' how good you'd been ter me, the sorrier I got, 'til I just couldn't stand a-thinkin' 'bout hit no longer; an' an' so I come fast as I could ter tell you.
Word Of The Day