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On this particular evening, after five solid minutes of silence on the part of her exasperating roommates, she raised her heavy eyes, and let them rest expressionlessly on the two wind-freshened faces, till Bea's roses blossomed to her hair. "We're not doing anything," rebelliously, "you are so boss-y." "Moo-oo," muttered Berta to her plate. "Bow-wow-wow."
'Which might be better improved, I should think, Mr C., retorted his helpmate, after a short pause, 'than by the introduction, either of the college hornpipe, or the equally unmeaning and unfeeling remark of rump-te-iddity, bow-wow-wow! which Mr Chick had indeed indulged in, under his breath, and which Mrs Chick repeated in a tone of withering scorn. 'Merely habit, my dear, pleaded Mr Chick.
Curiosity prompted me to inquire, by holding up a piece of the meat between my thumb and fingers, when a respectable old dame, whom I took to be his spouse, replied by a "bow-wow-wow," by which I guessed rightly that it was a bit of a young puppy. A few days afterwards a deep "bow-wow-wow" showed me that I was dining off an older animal of the same species.
Fred jumped; but instead of jumping right over he jumped right in, and had to be helped out by Philip; but he shared in his companion's renewed spirit, and now stood with him in the dusty road looking about. "Bow-wow-wow; wuph, wuph!" barked the dog again. "Why, I know where we are," said Philip; "that's Mr Benson's farm, and we are six miles away from home.
Go back and tell your mother what I say.... Impudent hussy!... Tell me concisely and without complaints, Why did she give you notice? FIDO: Bow-wow-wow! Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink Pen-an'-ink! Pen-an'-ink! Haverton? REV. A. HAVERTON: Yes! yes! yes! yes!... Was that the bell for prayers? Is that Mr. Haverton? Oh! Yes! I think it is.... I'll see I'll ask Matilda. MISS HARVEY: Matilda? Was that you?
Every few moments he pointed his little black nose up at the round, yellow moon and barked. Way over across the broad White Meadows, which in summer time are green, you know, in the dooryard of Farmer Brown's house, Bowser the Hound sat and barked at the moon, too. "Yap-yap-yap," barked Reddy Fox, as loud as he could. "Bow-wow-wow," said Bowser the Hound in his deepest voice.
"I I don't know," said Bunny, and his voice trembled a little. Then Sue raised her head and peeped out from under her blanket. She saw something standing in the front door of the tent, half way in, and half way out. The moon was still shining brightly, and Sue cried: "Oh, Bunny! It's a bear! It's a bear!" Just then there came a loud: "Bow-wow-wow!" Bunny and Sue both laughed then.
For some reason or other, the St Bernard seemed to have something familiar about him, but Tom couldn't quite say what it was. "Bow-wow-wow!" the dog barked gleefully, for this was just the sort of work he most enjoyed.
But all at once Philip's eyes brightened, and he started up as though touched by the wire of an electrical machine. "Bow-wow-wow; wuph, wuph, wuph!" sounded upon the clear night air. "Trill lill lill lill chug chug chug chug chug!" rang out the sweet notes of a nightingale close by; and then again "Bow-wow-wow; wuph, wuph, wuph!" from a dog apparently not far off.
I thought August Bordine a much abused man, and now it turns out that he's a villain after all, and able to pull the wool even over my eyes." Slowly Hiram Shanks ascended the bank. His dog uttered a joyful bark, and dashed through the bushes toward the little shanty. "Here you, Tige," called the peddler. "Bow-wow-wow!" was the answer from the faithful dog.
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