United States or Namibia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


Brother Rice asked Sam Amos once if Marthy and Amos Matthews was Christians. And Sam says, 'No; my Lord! It takes all o' Marthy's time to be a Babtist and all o' Amos' to be a Presbyterian. They ain't got time to be Christians. "Some folks wondered how they ever got time to do any courtin', they was so busy wranglin' over babtism and election.

And we're a' gaun east and wast, we're a' gann ajee, We're a' gaun east and wast courtin' Mally Lee." Mr. Charles Stewart the Writer dwelt at the top of the longest stair ever mason set a hand to; fifteen flights of it, no less; and when I had come to his door, and a clerk had opened it, and told me his master was within, I had scarce breath enough to send my porter packing.

The otter of roses is stronger than the rose, and a plaguy sight more valuable. Sall wrote it down; she said it warn't a bad idee that; but father larfed, he said he guessed minister's courtin' days warn't over, when he made such pretty speeches as that 'ere to the gals.

"I was shocked; and I answered that I could guarantee every servant in the house, and I began to enumerate them. "'The janitor, Pierre Courtin, an old soldier. "'It's not he. "'A stable-boy, son of farmers whom I know, and a groom whom you have just seen. "'It's not he. "'Then, monsieur, you see that you must be mistaken. "'Excuse me, madame, but I am positive that I am not making a mistake.

Erchie, there was a lad cam' courtin' me, as was but naetural. Mony had come before, and I would nane o' them. But this yin had a tongue to wile the birds frae the lift and the bees frae the foxglove bells. Deary me, but it's lang syne. Folk have dee'd sinsyne and been buried, and are forgotten, and bairns been born and got merrit and got bairns o' their ain.

"Come here!" yelled Joe. "I want to talk to yer." "Talk from there," screamed Hepsey. "Where's yer folks?" "D'know." "Say, be they courtin'?" Hepsey left her work in the garden and came toward the front of the house.

It was more like hard work than any day of courtin' I ever put in. But now, Alf, I'm coming to my chief trouble. I want her, and I want her bad. I hardly sleep at night for thinking about her sweet, pretty face, and industrious habits, and what a bang-up wife she'd make, but I don't get nowhere. The minute I come down to hard-pan she wiggles away like a scared tadpole in shallow water.

"For the rest I repeat that, thanks to God, I am fairly well. "I kiss thee, etc., etc." One would be glad to be assured that Courtin re-established his fortune.

Ye ought to seen me fetch dat white hickory of a feller in de eye yisterday, and he jest outen his teens. I know it's a kine of impedent to be a courtin' of you, Virgie, dat's purtier dan Miss Vesty herself " "Nobody can be as pretty as Miss Vesta," Virgie cried, delighted with the compliment; "she's perfection."

"I wa'n't a mite deceived by that pig pen, no more'n I was by Jed Towle's hen coop, nor Ivory Dunn's well-curb, nor Pitt Packard's shed-steps. If you hed ever kep' up your buildin's yourself, Rose's beaux wouldn't hev to do their courtin' with carpenters' tools." "It's the pigpen an' the hencoop you want to keep your eye on, mother, not the motives of them as made 'em.