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Updated: June 14, 2025
The business of packing meat ought to be combined with the undertaking business, so you could order your meat and your coffin from the same man. By cracky! Boy, I am so mad when I think of it, that I don't want to go to heaven if those people go there.
It'll be flowing away from the boat." Oh, boy! Pee-wee just emptied the bailing can down my neck. And that's the way it was all the way down. Cracky, but we had Pee-wee so crazy that he'd bail up a can of water out of one end of the boat and empty it in the other end. "What's the difference whether it's inside or outside?" Westy said, "as long as it's there.
Phil felt as if the very ground was slipping from beneath his feet, and it made him sore and sick at heart. He paid little attention to the talk of the fellows while dressing, until of a sudden the words of Nelson caught his ear. "Of course, you fellows have heard all about that Clearport-Wyndham game? I had a talk to-day with a fellow who saw the whole of it. Cracky!
But now, to-day, let him come out o' hidin', and we'll give him welcome; but ef he stays up there with Candace, we'll be gentlemen fur oncet ef it does purty nigh kill some of us." "Cam is right," Cris Mead urged. "If he comes down here he'll take his chances, but we'll hold our fire on the hill till to-morrow." "Well, by cracky, the Baronets never miss prayer meeting, I guess.
"But not rich folks like youse." "Goodness, child!" gasped Grace. "We're not rich." Inez stared at her with a mouthful poised upon her knife. "Cracky!" she ejaculated. "What do youse call it? Furs, and fine dresses, and nothin' ter do but sport around Hi! if youse girls from Washington Park ain't rich, what d'ye call it?" Nan was looking serious again.
"And, of course, we are starved." "Well, I hung on to the antelope. Want some, raw?" laughed the boy. "Cracky! what a storm this was." "It was pretty bad," said Nan. "What happened to you?" asked Rhoda. "I missed you, somehow. I don't know how it was," said the boy. "You must have tried to guide your pony," Rhoda said. "Yes." "That is where you were wrong.
It was on the floor a few yards from the body. You saw me when I picked it up. You were at the telephone." "That's right. I remember now. By cracky! That came off of some darky's working clothes. That's sure!" "The only trouble is," puzzled Bristow, "your negro doesn't wear overalls at night after he has finished work. He dresses up and loafs down town." "That's true on Saturday nights.
Bill opened the pup's mouth an' poured in a tol'able stiff swig, an' by cracky, the pup opened his eyes, an' when he saw Bill bendin' down over him, he tried to wag his little tail. Well, Bill took that pup up in his arms an' hugged him an' if the' 's any one in this crowd that feels like laughin', it'll be healthier for 'im to step outside.
That touch of the ideal, that gilding of the commonplace, had been reserved for the brain of the curly-haired boy who, with dancing eyes, his sturdy little legs resting on Tod's shoulder, had peered over the battered rail, and who, with a burst of enthusiasm, had shouted: "Oh, cracky! isn't it nice, Tod! It's got a place we can fix up for a robbers' den; and we'll be bandits and have a flag.
Pretty soon it came time to present him, but I didn't feel like making any fun about it. Gee! I don't know what my patrol thought about me. But anyway, Westy knew. So I just said how we found Alfred McCord and how he wanted to be a scout and we thought it was a good idea to give him to the Elk Patrol, to fill the place of Tom Slade. Cracky, there wasn't any pep to it at all. Then afterwards Mr.
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