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The latter loitered idly up and down the office and hardware shop, watching Issachar wait on customers or rush shouting into the yard to attend to the wants of others there. Plainly this was Issachar's busy day. "Crimus!" he exclaimed, returning from one such excursion and mopping his forehead. "This doin' two men's work ain't no fun.
Don't you approve?" "Approve! No, by crimus, I don't approve! I think it's a divil of a note, that's what I think." "Why?" "WHY? Who's goin' to do the work in this office while you're gone? Labe and me, that's who; and I'll do the heft of it. Slavin' myself half to death as 'tis and now Oh, by crimustee! This war is a darned nuisance. It hadn't ought to be allowed.
Hannah peered forth from the blackness of the back seat. "Now, let me think," she said. "Last time I went to Bayport by this road was four year ago come next February. Sarah Snow's daughter Becky was married to a feller named Higgins Solon Higgins' son 'twas. No, 'twa'n't his son, because " "Aw, crimus! Who cares if 'twas his aunt's gran'mother? What I want to know is which road to take."
"Crimus," he whispered to Laban, as the latter passed him on the way to where Jessamine, the Snow horse, was tied, "the old man takes it cool, don't he! I kind of imagined he'd be sort of shook up by Al's goin' off to war, but he don't seem to feel it a mite." Keeler looked at him in wonder. Then he drew a long breath.
"I say it will pay us you and Al and me to make believe we're workin' even if we ain't." "'Workin'!" indignantly. "By crimus, I AM workin'! I don't have to make believe." "That so? Well, then, I'd pick up that coal-hod and make believe play for a spell. The fire's 'most out. Almost um-hm pretty nigh yes yes."
Issachar Price's comments on his fellow employee's decision to become a soldier were pointed. Issy was disgusted. "For thunder sakes, Al," he demanded, "'tain't true that you've enlisted to go to war and fight them Germans, is it?" Albert smiled. "I guess it is, Issy," he replied. "Well, by crimus!" "Somebody had to go, you see, Is." "Well, by crimustee!" "What's the matter, Issy?
From without came the sound of running feet and a series of yells. "Labe! Labe!" shrieked Issy. "Oh, my crimus! . . . Labe!" He burst into the office, his eyes and mouth wide open and his hands waving wildly. "Labe! Labe!" he shouted again. "Have you heard it? Have you? It's true, too. He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!" Laban sprang from his stool. "Shut up, Is!" he commanded. "Shut up! Hold on!
When Pa started to come up the steps I growled and Pa looked at the dog and said, "Mad dog, by crimus," and he started down the sidewalk, and my chum barked just like a dog, and I "Ki-yi'd" and growled like a dog that gets licked, and you ought to see Pa run.
Just 'cause you're Cap'n Lote's grandson I presume likely you think you can talk any kind of talk, don't ye?" "Not any kind, Is. I can't talk like you. Will you teach me?" "Shut up! Now, by Crimus, you you furriner you Speranzy " Mr. Keeler appeared at the office window. His shrill voice rose pipingly in the wintry air as he demanded to know what was the trouble out there. Mr.
I was in there just now fillin' up his ink-stand and, by crimus, I let a great big gob of ink come down ker-souse right in the middle of the nice, clean blottin' paper in front of him. I held my breath, cal'latin' to catch what Stephen Peter used to say he caught when he went fishin' Sundays. Stevey said he generally caught cold when he went and always caught the Old Harry when he got back.
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