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You got a fine handsome town here, it's a corkin' good place to see and get out of but it ain't any breedin' place there ain't the room to grow. Now we produce everything in the West, includin' men. Here you don't do anything but consume includin' men. If the West stopped producin' men fur you, you'd be as bad off as if it stopped producin' food.
"Now that wasn't slang nor sarcasm what I was usin'," sez I, smoothin' it over. "That gigantic maid you mentioned is part o' the tale that you don't know yet." "Well, naturally, while they was bein' nursed they both fell in love with her " "With Monody?" I yells. "No, you ijot, with the girl!" Ches was gettin' flustered. "She was a corkin' handsome girl, an' they all called her the Creole Belle.
I reckon a corkin' good one like Ivanhoe himself or the Black Knight got more 'an three a day for it too; but the one best bet is, that the vigilance committee those days didn't take on much superfluous fat.
Now, she ain't one to sleuth around, or cross-examine, or anything like that; but what she's missed of this little affair that I ain't breathed a word of to anybody is more'n I've got the nerve to ask. Course, it was her put that corkin' silver frame on Vee's picture in the first place.
Morgan's cab horse casts a shoe every time the old man sticks his head out the window. Me! Well, I'm in trainin' down the Street. The old man's goin' to put a seat on the Stock Exchange in my stockin' my next birthday. But it all sounds like a lemon to me. What I like is golf and yachtin' and er well, say a corkin' fast ten-round bout between welter-weights with walkin' gloves."
She didn't think it right for young ladies to give away their pictures to young men. She was for askin' me how long I'd known Miss Vee, and "There, now, Martha," said Zenobia, "suppose we don't." That's how it is I can guess who it was blew themselves for a corkin' big silver frame, and put Vee's picture in it, and stood it on my bureau.
She was Celia's side-kicker and chum, though Aunt Henrietta didn't know it, you may hazard a bean or two. "Oh, canary-bird seed!" exclaimed Annette. "Ain't it a corkin' situation? You a heiress, and fallin' in love with him on sight! He's a sweet boy, too, and above his business. But he ain't susceptible like the common run of grocer's assistants. He never pays no attention to me."
"Now, this here twig was one o' Gallager's greatest troubles. For Sam was always losin' it, or leavin' it behind, an' him or Gallager havin' t' go after it, an' races was havin' t' be held back, or put off, for Sam wouldn't run without that twig. So Gallager hated it. "Along comes a time when Sam is stacked up t' meet a corkin' good runner.
Cressey knit his brows. "Where's that? Harlem?" "No. Over west of Sixth Avenue." "Queer kind of place to live, ain't it? There's a corkin' little suite vacant over at the Regalton. Cheap at the money. Oh!-er-I-er-maybe " "Yes; that's it," smiled Banneker. "The treasury isn't up to bachelor suites, yet awhile. I've only just got a job." "What is it?" "Newspaper work. The Morning Ledger."
"Well, we ain't hunting common turkeys. McLean said chickens, and what he says goes." "'Black vulture of the South." "Here we are arrived at once." Freckles' finger followed the line, and he read scraps aloud. "'Common in the South. Sometimes called Jim Crow. Nearest equivalent to C-a-t-h-a-r-t-e-s A-t-r-a-t-a." "How the divil am I ever to learn them corkin' big words by mesel'?"
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