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This is no place for the loikes of you. You better beat it while the beatin' is good if ye know which side yer bread's buthered!" But the old nurse came puffing on, her face red and excited: "Is she here? Has she come, yet, my poor wee Betty?" she besought them eagerly.

Whatever was the cause, the loss was so considerable, that the men were put to a scanty allowance in this article, with the additional mortification, of the bread's being bad as could be used. Two goats, that had been given by Captain Furneaux to Otoo, in the former part of the voyage, seemed to promise fair for answering the purposes for which they were left upon the island.

"When you and I get married, love, How jolly it will be! We'll keep house in a store-box, then, Just two feet wide by three! Store-box! Band-box! All the same to me! "And when we want our breakfast, love, We'll nibble bread and chee It's good enough for you, love, And most too good for me! White bread! Brown bread! All the same to me! "Dog-on'd ef 'tain't. White bread's good as brown bread.

Bread's good, but it's better with the butter on it right side up!" "Not in this game, it isn't," answered Grim. "If your bread seems smeared with butter that's a sure sign it's dangerous. For God's sake, as long as you stay in the game with me don't play to the gallery, either of you! Let's order breakfast."

"Who the devil thinks," said a voice from a hammock, "that we're going to let ourselves be grinded as we was last night without proper wittles to support us? I'd rather have signed articles for a coal-barge, with drowned rats to eat from Gravesend to Whitstable, than shipped in this here cursed vessel, where the bread's just fit to make savages retch!"

"Can I keep it, truly?" "'Course. I brought it for you," Theo answered, his round, freckled face reflecting the boy's delight. "But I must scoot. Folks'll be rowin' me if their bread's late." He ran off leaving the sick boy with the flower held lovingly against his thin white cheek, while his eyes followed wistfully Theo's strong, active figure as he hurried away.

"The sorra blame I blame him, Owen," replied Rosha, "his bread's depindin' upon the likes of sich doins, an' he can't get over it; but a word from you, Owen, will save me, for who ever refused to take the word of a M'Carthy?" When Owen and the widow arrived at the house of the latter, they found the situation of the bailiff laughable in the extreme.

Bobbie deposited his dog-skin gloves carefully in his hat, and seated himself solemnly, trying to keep his eyes off the plum cake, for the sake of good manners. "This bread's a bit heavy, mother!" remarked Jeptha, grappling with a large loaf in the centre of the table. "I don't know how that can be," replied Mrs. Funnel cheerfully. "It rose enough." "Then it must ha' sat down again!" said Jeptha.

The Carolina room had a puncheon floor and a clapboard table, also better bunks than its mate; but there had risen a stiff southerly gale that made the chimney smoke so abominably that we were forced to take quarters in the neighbor State. Granville lifted the lid from a big Dutch oven and reported "Bread's done."

"Sposin' I was to go to N' Orleans an' take sick and die, Laik a bird into de country ma spirit would fly." And after a while down the path the red and yellow of Mammy Easter's bandanna was seen. "Supper, Miss Jinny. Laws, if I ain't ramshacked de premises fo' you bof. De co'n bread's gittin' cold."

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