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"I don't like to have her go and tell that I wasn't polite." "You was polite," chimed in little Prudy, from the sofa; "a great deal politer'n she was! I wouldn't care, if I would be you, Susy. I don't wish Annie was dead, but I wish she was a duck a-sailin' on the water!" The children went back to the game they had been playing before Annie came; but the interest was quite gone.
"Yes, of course," Bunch chimed in; "if you want the tour to continue, why " "Oh! pinkies!" said Skinski; "what do I want to go hugging one-night stands for when I have a hundred thousand booboos in the kick. It's the Parisian boulevards for us, and a canter on the Boy Bologna, eh, Dodey?" "You betcher sweet!" she gurgled thirstily.
"Say I don't like this!" cried our hero, after a pause. "Me either," chimed in Ned. "Bless my burglar alarm!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "It's an awful disgrace! If my wife ever heard of me being in jail " "She may never hear of it!" interposed Tom. "Bless my heart!" cried the odd man. "Don't say such things."
"You forget, Captain, I have not been in these parts for six years. Nevertheless, I did see Rosebud some ten or twelve years ago with her nurse in this very room." "Yes, so you did," chimed in Miss Millet. "She was six at that time, and the dearest little angel I ever saw." "She was all that and a great deal more," said the enthusiastic father.
"Yes," chimed in James, suspiciously, "how came you locked up here?" "I was drugged with chloroform, and locked in," said Paul. "Who did it?" "Mr. Felix Montgomery; or that's what he called himself. I came here by appointment to meet him." "What did he do that for?" "He has carried off a diamond ring which I came up here to sell him." "A very improbable story," said Mr. Piper, suspiciously.
"No, no, don't go, Bob," I cried. "No, no, don't go, Bob," chimed in Big. "It's holidays now, and we can get up a row when we're at school." The force of this, and its being waste of time now the long-expected holidays had come, made an impression on Bob, who sat down and began sending rounded pieces of slate skimming through the air towards the little stream.
When he came to the chorus they all chimed in, for the most part to their own tune and time, as they rocked to and fro, some clapping, some beating their thighs, and all applauding at the end.
The man bowed and departed, and Sir Jasper Kingsland, Baronet, of Kingsland Court, was alone alone in the gloomy grandeur of the vast library; alone with his thoughts and the wailing midnight storm. A little toy time-piece of buhl on the stone mantel chimed musically its story of the hour, and Sir Jasper Kingsland lifted his gloomy eyes for a moment at the sound.
Planting his peakless white cloth cap with its yellow band firmly on his head, he stepped forward, grasping in each hand a serried pyramid of brass bells, which chimed merrily as he squatted, leaped, and executed eccentric steps with his feet, while his arms beat time and his fine voice rolled out the solo of a rollicking ballad, to which the rest of the company furnished the chorus as well as their laughter and delighted applause of his efforts permitted.
"You've said that every time." "Yes, but you're overlooking the muddy track!" Hopwood blinked in perplexity as the Kid came to the rescue with a new story. "The muddy track? What difference will that make?" "Listen to him! All the difference in the wide world!" "Yeh," chimed in Calamity. "You bet it makes a difference!"
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