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Bimeby Massa oberseer com'd an' axed, "all bin a workin' libely?" I say "Yes, Massa." Then said Mr. Parker, 'You were lying, Joe had been sleeping, not working. 'I know's dat, but ef I tole on Joe, Massa oberseer cut him all up again, and Massa Jesus says, "Blessed am de Peacemaker." I heard, continued Robert, that Mr.
"Ton't know mine own Tite," he repeated, raising his head and looking up in Tite's face, "yes I does. Yes, I shay mine Tite will cum home; an' he cums home and mine poor old heart he pees sho glat. Yes, he pees you, mine Tite. You prings shoy into mine house. Mine poor Tite he com'd home t' mine house. Tar pees no more shorrow now in mine house." The old man was overcome with joy.
'He com'd past this window, and saw yo' asleep, and didn't like for t' waken yo'; so he com'd on to t' shippen, and when I carried t' milk in
Let's have the rest of your story; I won't interrupt again." "It ain't my story, it's Punch's story," returned the waif, as he stooped to pat the gratified doggie. "Vell, w'en I com'd 'ome it was lateish and I was tired, besides bein' 'ungry; so I goes right off to my water-butt, intendin' to go to bed as usual, but no sooner did I put my head in, than out came a most awful growl.
Smith, and a party of them 'ere Bankside chaps, com'd down last Saturday's gone a week, and rattled nine-and-twenty shots at the covey, and got the two old 'uns; at least it's supposed they were both killed, though the seven on 'em only bagged one bird; but I heard they got a goose or two as they vent home.
Wot I com'd here for wos to do my duty, so, now, I'm agoing to do it." Gascoyne, who was amused in spite of himself by the manner of the man, merely smiled and awaited in silence the pleasure of his eccentric visitor. Dick now set down the lantern, went to the door and returned with a coil of stout rope.
"Mary Jane! Mary Jane! Mother's here!" she repeated. "I know," whispered the little girl; "you com'd to-day," and she opened her big blue eyes and looked at her mother. Mrs. Merrill kissed her rapturously and held her close, and Mary Jane raised her arm enough to pat her mother's shoulder. Then she looked around the room in surprise. "Where's the moon?" she asked. "The moon?" said Mrs.
"Botheration, and that's what I get for kindness," says he, "there's grathitude your worship! And fait, I'll tell his honor of the money ye stole in the strong box that I left," says Tim Martin, says he. "Yes," interposed Mistress Wheelwright, "when word com'd that she'd gone off with a man that she had, and left her own childer for me to care for, bad luck to her." "Och!"
The frown, therefore, passed from his brow, while he said respectfully, "What you say, sir, is true; I believe though I can't feel it. But I s'pose the reason I niver felt much drawn to the red-skins is, that all the time I lived in the settlements I was used to hear them called and treated as thievin' dogs, an 'when I com'd among them I didn't see much to alter my opinion.
'He's just as much off his grub as he vos when he com'd in; never see'd an 'oss more reg'larly dished more 'Well, well, said Mr. Sponge, interrupting the catalogue of grievances; 'I s'pose I must do as you say I s'pose I must do as you say: what sort of a day is it? 'Vy, the day's not a bad day; at least that's to say, it's not a wery haggrivatin' day.
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