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"That's a fine car you have, ain't it?" "We can beat you!" exclaimed Ned. "Yes you can! Not in a thousand years if I hadn't gone off the track! Want any help? Well, you'll not get it, see? Bye-bye! I'll tell 'em you're coming," and, with an ugly leer, the bully started off.
"Especially in leading educated ponies," murmured Emma. In the meantime, Hippy had taken a canvas bag from his pack and hung it over the pommel of his saddle. "Come, Little Hindenburg. We will now go bye-bye," cooed Hippy, lifting the bull pup, depositing it in the open bag, and tying the dog's lead string to the saddle. "Hippy darlin'!" cried Nora.
I fink I go slip. So ole thlee was lie down to go slip, an' Chan Tow was tek his op' pipe an' begin smoke opi'. Whatta you say hurt de pipe?" "Hit the pipe." "Oh, yeh; hit pipe. I doan' spe'k Ingernish vay we'. "Magistrate wet long tem. Bye-bye oneddy begin to snow, an' nen bye-bye Chan Tow getta doan' know." "Chan Tow got don't know?" "Getta ole semma was died. Doan' know." "Unconscious?"
George hated the sound of the word 'duty. "Thank you, dear," Marguerite murmured, and the girls shook hands; they did not kiss. "Bye-bye, Princey." "Bye-bye, Agg." "Good night, Mr. Cannon." Agg departed, slightly banging the door. "I think I'll go back home now," said Marguerite, in a sweet, firm tone. "Had they gone out?" "Who? Your father and What's-her-name? She's gone, but he hasn't.
Nen say, vay loud: "De-ah wife, letta me in! I am yo' de-ah husban' come home." So bye-bye was daw open, an' his wife come say: "O my de-ah husban'! so denight to shee you!" Nen ole dark. "'Nen I go roun' back his house. Getta long bamboo po', an' putta dissa po' up 'gainst house to shin up dissa loof. Nen cut with knife a litty roun' ho' frough loof, an' look down into dissa house.
Bye-bye, hedda ca'y dissa highrob two miles 'way down vanney, 'way up heel. Nen missiolary man lose ole his breffs, an' begin to gaps. He say, 'Mus' res'; mus' putta you down! Chan Tow kep' gloan, an' say: 'You putta me down I doan' know I die. Mus' getta home! Missiolary man say: 'Can't he'p I 'mos' exhaus'. Nen dissa highrob jump down vay well, an' say: 'We', I mus' getta home.
"People wonder why actresses lie in bed until noon, or nearly. They have to, to get as much sleep as a stenographer or a clerk or a book-keeper. At midnight I'm all keyed up and over-stimulated, and as wide awake as an all-night taxi driver. It takes two solid hours of reading to send me bye-bye." The world did not interest itself in that phase of Harrietta's life.
I must scoot now, and go back to my practising, or I shall have Bunty on my track. Bye-bye!" Wendy vanished, leaving Diana alone and most upset. She considered that she was being treated abominably. She longed to telegraph to her parents, but she knew that was impossible. "Whatever happens, I'm not going to that wretched Fever Hospital," she said to herself.
The following morning MacVeigh started north. He reached the half-dozen igloos which made up the Eskimo village late the third day. Bye-Bye, the chief man, offered him no encouragement, MacVeigh gave him a pound of bacon, and in return for the magnificent present Bye-Bye told him that he had seen no white people.
A small avalanche of concentrated eagerness piled out of the house. "Uncle Forrie! Uncle Forrie!" cried Boy, swarming upon him. "I'm awful glad you're home." "Now, then," said the lawyer after dinner, "I think our little mister here ought to crawl into bed.... Well, one more romp, then bye-bye. Eh?" "One more romp!" screamed the child.
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