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Updated: May 11, 2025
A girl that ain't got no more brains than to gad round every night and every Sunday in foul-smelling, low-ceilinged dance halls, and wear paper-soled slippers when she oughtta be wearing galoshes, and cheesecloth waists that ain't even decent instead of wool undershirts! You oughtta talk about brains you and Charley Chubb!" "Yes, I oughtta talk!
By this time the sun had begun to drop down over toward Old Harpeth, and a lovely purple was stealing all over the place which mingled with a great veil of blue smoke from over by the spring, where, I felt sure, Dr. Chubb had lighted twenty new altar fires for the welcome of the home-comers.
But his view of Deism was distinctly from the standpoint of the working man. As Morgan had directed his attention mainly to the Old Testament, Chubb directed his mainly to the New. Like others of his school, he protests against being thought an enemy to Christianity.
At their first movement in retreat the skipper's crew burst into a loud jeering laugh, and made as if to rush forward; but at a word from Captain Chubb they were silenced and held back. "I thank you, sir," said the French officer, raising his hat to the skipper. "It was well done.
"Well," said the doctor gravely, "I for a long time have been of opinion that the reports that reach us from time to time about the sea-serpent must have some truth in them, though they have doubtless been greatly exaggerated." "Don't hear of many reports now, sir," said Captain Chubb. "We sea-going people have been laughed at too much."
Chubb and I, however, felt a strong desire to see the fight, and as we were not now under the Chinese flag, there seemed no reason why we should not stay to witness it, particularly as there was no need to let the Columbia be seen.
She has thought in masculine terms so long that it is impossible for her to get her mind to bear directly on the small feminine proprieties. "That's right, Betty, be a doer, no matter whom you do, even if it is Sam's cow," said daddy, when I had finished my eulogy of Dr. Chubb and beautiful old Mrs. Buttercup.
"Oh yes, I know," replied Rodd; "something wrong with its swimming bladder." "Exactly; and I should say such a creature as you saw would in its natural state be always living deep down in the ocean." "'Cept when he comes up to feed," growled Captain Chubb. "This 'ere one was hard at work in that shoal of fish."
Let me rather speak of the social and literary triumphs of our little community, of our floating Arcadia may I say Olympus? Where shall we find another Minerva like Mrs. Markham, another Thalia like Miss Chubb, another Juno like Mrs.
"Poor creatures, they have been so ill-used by the white people with black hearts who come to these shores that they think the food you have put there is the bait of a trap." "To catch blackbirds! Why, of course! They think we want to carry them off for slaves. They're as bad as old Captain Chubb; eh, uncle? He took us for slavers, Morny, when uncle wanted to engage him.
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