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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Oh, yes; he's down with Thomas. He's crazy. He barked all the way here." But Dotty was already flying down stairs to find her beloved puppy. "Here he is, Miss Dorothy," and the chauffeur, Thomas, gave the black poodle into her arms. "Oh, you blessed Blotty-boy! Oh, you cunnin' Blotsy-wotsy! Does him love hims Dotty?"
I found the little circles an' the crooked horse tracks made to trap Wils Moore.... A damned cunnin' trick!... Burley suspects a nigger in the wood-pile. Wils Moore knows the truth. He lied for Collie's sake an' yours.
"Big words!" muttered Long Jim. "I think you put it about right," said Henry. "Mighty dang'rous," said Shif'less Sol. "I expected to undertake it," said Henry. "You speak too quick," said the shiftless one. "I said it wuz dang'rous 'cause I want it fur myself. It's got to be a cunnin' sort o' deed, jest the kind that will suit me."
"Cur'us how he can git along without any fur," says the mother swift, as she run er nose over 'is bare foot. He thought of 'is folks waitin' fer him an' he begged em t' let 'im go. Then they come an' smelt 'im over. "Yer sech a cunnin' critter," says the mother swift, "we couldn't spare ye." "Want to see my mother," says the boy sobbing.
Remains of that rabbit have been eaten, too!" "Lynx is a cunnin' critter," said Rube. "You gotter wear two pairs o' moccasins t' git level with a lynx." "I ain't just sure that it was a lynx," mused Kiddie, searching the ground for signs. "You never happened on a jet-black lynx around here, did you, Rube?" "Nope," Rube answered. "They's allus the same tawny colour. Why d'you ask?"
'No, but he denies ever havin' seen it in his life before, an' I believe him. 'An' about that cunnin' little trap in his boot-heel, ma'am? 'It was what he said it was the trick of some enemy. Mr. Shine lifted his right boot as if trying its weight, groaned and set it down again, tried the other, and said: 'An' who might the enemy ha' been, d'ye think?
It wuz a man's hand and arm that wuz a-risin' up out of a pedestal, and on the hand wuz set the cutest little baby you ever see. I guess it wuz the first time that he'd ever sot up anywhere out of the cradle or his ma's arms. He looked some skairt, and some proud, and too cunnin' for anything, as I hearn remarked by a few hundred female wimmen that day.
Chump he bent, passing, and was pushed away and drawn back. "Your eyes!" she whispered. "My yeyes!" went Wilfrid, in schoolboy style; and she, who rarely laughed, was struck by his humorous skill, saying to Sir Twickenham, beside her: "He's as cunnin' as a lord!" Sir Twickenham expressed his ignorance of lords having usurped priority in that department.
They was cunnin' and cute and all that, but they was so everlastin' lively and hungry that they didn't give me much of a chance. I was only one, you see, and they had a majority vote every time on who should have the bed and the chairs and the table and one thing or 'nother. If I sat down I sat on a cat.
You'll hev a chance ter see him agin afore mornin', I reckon." "But there was no Indian with the mule," I insisted. "Ten to one there was, though," replied Jerry. "You ain't so well 'quainted with them Comanches as I be. They're cunnin' fellers! They never show themselves when they're on a horse, or in a fight.
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