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This world is full of sorrow, but we must bear it without grumbling. You know that, of course. Consequently, now that I've some bad news to break to you, I feel 'sif the shock won't knock you endways, but'll be received with patient resignation. I say I hope you won't break down an' give away to your feelin's when I tell you that there tree is no sugar-maple at all.
Of co'se Sonny he's got his faults, which anybody 'll tell you; but th' ain't a dumb brute on the farm but'll foller him around an' the nigger Dicey, why, she thinks they never was such another boy born into the world that is, not no human child. An' wife an' me But of co'se he's ours.
"Blitzen," says he. "It's on the seesaw; but'll fetch fifty." "Ain't it a wildcat?" says I. "Just from the menagerie," says he. "Goin' to take a dollar flyer?" "Guess I'll see what my brokers has to say first," says I.
"It's the same with all clouds, sir, an' it makes no difference whether they're hangin' over the water or over one's life. They're bound to disappear when the sun gits after 'em." "Do you think so?" "I sartinly do. Why, there isn't a cloud but'll gather up its skirts an' run when a good big blazin' laugh gits after it.
"Ah but'll she be a bore she'll be a bore of bores!" "Not through talking too much, surely." "An affectation of silence is as bad. I hate that particular pose; it's coming up very much now; an imitation of the English, like everything else. A girl who tries to be statuesque at sea that will act on one's nerves!" "I don't know what she tries to be, but she succeeds in being very handsome."
Nom de Dieu, there's nothing you're doing, or mean to do, but'll hurt me and everybody." "That's your view, is it, Barbazon?" exclaimed Marchand loudly, for the crowd was now almost at the door. "You're a nice Frenchman and patriot. That crowd'll be glad to hear you think they're fools. Suppose they took it into their heads to wreck the place?"
"Father," she said, in a tone of gentle gravity, which sometimes came like a sadder, slower cadence across her playfulness, "we shall take the furze bush into the garden; it'll come into the corner, and just against it I'll put snowdrops and crocuses, 'cause Aaron says they won't die out, but'll always get more and more."
I'll tell the 'ousekeeper you're my cousin been a waiter in America at the best restaurongs 'ome for a 'oliday, but'll come in for one night to oblige. They'll pay yer a quid." "I'll hand it over to you." "Just," said Albert approvingly, "wot I was goin' to suggest myself." "Then I'll leave all the arrangements to you." "You'd better, if you don't want to mike a mess of everything.
My mind ain't clar jes yit, but'll git clar wen de'mergency comes; I jes' feel it in my bones it'll git clar den." There was such an awful solemnity in her aspect when she returned, that Uncle Sheba was actually scared. It seemed to him that her manner could not be more depressing if she were making preparations for his funeral.
Nom de Dieu, there's nothing you're doing, or mean to do, but'll hurt me and everybody." "That's your view, is it, Barbazon?" exclaimed Marchand loudly, for the crowd was now almost at the door. "You're a nice Frenchman and patriot. That crowd'll be glad to hear you think they're fools. Suppose they took it into their heads to wreck the place?"
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