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I might be able to say good-bye and thanks at the same time nothing strange in that. Emma came in again with the rug and laid it down neatly folded on a stool. "If you don't hurry up, the coffee'll be cold," she says. "What did you put that rug there for?" "Fruen told me to." "Oh, well, perhaps it's Falkenberg's," I muttered. Emma asks: "Are you going away now for good?"
Go back to bed, that's a good fellow; and come out again, when you're all right. You don't want to do anything you'll be sorry for." "No, no! No, you don't, Stanny. Coffee'll make me all right. Coffee always does. Coffee Heaven's lash besh gift to man. 'Scovered subse-subs'quently to grape. See? Comes after claret in course of nature. Captain doesn't understand the 'lusion. All right, captain.
"I'll get a bite of breakfast, sir," he suggested; "you 'aven't 'ad enough to eat, and 'unger's tyking 'old of you. If you'll pardon my saying so, you look a bit sickly; but a cup of hot coffee'll set that right in a jiffy." "Thank you, Doggott; I believe you're right. Though disappointment has a good deal to do with the way I look. I'd hoped it might be Mr. Quain come to look for me."
"Everything's pretty simple, you know, but I'll telephone Bruce and have him " "Cut out the telephoning," Jim interrupted. "Bread and coffee'll do. And a fire, huh?" "Sure," Richard said again, "there's always a fire." "Great!" Jim approved. "We can smoke, and talk about " "About Ju," Richie supplied, with a gruff little laugh, as he paused. "About Ju," Jim repeated, with a long sigh.
"Well, I've a bite on the table for yez, an ye don't come an' ate it, the griddle-cakes'll burn an' the coffee'll be cowld, an' why, Ralph, is it sick ye are? sure, ye're not lookin' right well." "I wasn't feelin' very good las' night, Mrs. Maloney, but I'm better this mornin'."
"I wished you'd stay to breakfast, now you're here," Thekla urged out of her imperious hospitality; had Kurt been lying there dead, the next meal must have been offered, just the same. "I know, you aint got time to git Mr. Olsen his breakfast, Freda, before he has got to go to the shops, and my tea-kettle is boiling now, and the coffee'll be ready I GUESS you had better stay." But Mrs.
"Yer coffee'll be ready quicker'n scat, dear," said the girl. "Flop on my bed an' stretch out a minute. Tessibel'll get her daddy's breakfast." Five minutes later she had fried the fish and made the coffee. "I air goin' to give Daddy his eatin's first, Andy," she called up through the hole in the ceiling. "All right; sure, do, kid," assented the dwarf.
And, Mary wife, if I were you I'd keep a pot of coffee on the range all day. There's maybe a poor teamster or huckster passing who'll be the better for a warm cup of drink, and the coffee'll keep him from thinking of beer or whiskey." "That might cost a good bit, all day so." "Never mind; never mind. What they drink we'll go without.
Winthrop raised on his elbow and gazed at the tiny fire. "Tiger, tiger burning bright!" he quoted. "This here coffee'll fix you right," responded Overland Red, grinning. "Didn't know I was a pote, did you? Now if I was a doc, I'd give you a shot in the arm that would put you to sleep. Seein' I ain't, it's coffee for yours." "Do you think they will follow us?" Winthrop asked presently.
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