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Updated: May 8, 2025
"It's a laugh you have at me in your cheek, whin I'd give years of my ill-spent life to watch the chimney smoke come curlin' up slow through the sharp air in the Valley there below." "There is no chimney and there is no smoke in all the Valley." "Before God, if you're a man, you'll put your hand on my arm and tell me what trouble quakes your speech."
Mamma says things like forgetting the screwdriver are your ex-eccen-tricks. Is this what you've been thinking about a nice eccen-trick or the other kind?" Jed slowly shook his head. "I I don't know," he groaned. "I dasn't believe There, there! That's enough of my tricks. How's Petunia's hair curlin' this mornin'?"
"A widde's heart takes aim and flies straight as a bullet; and the hearts o' you garls, they're like whiffs o' tobacca, curlin' and wrigglin' and not knowin' where they're goin'. Marry 'em, Pole! marry 'em!" Mrs. Chump gesticulated, with two dangling hands.
"It's a laugh you have at me in your cheek, whin I'd give years of my ill-spent life to watch the chimney smoke come curlin' up slow through the sharp air in the Valley there below." "There is no chimney and there is no smoke in all the Valley." "Before God, if you're a man, you'll put your hand on my arm and tell me what trouble quakes your speech."
I can see it curlin' up the water not three knots astarn o' the big raft. Pull for your life, Snowy. Shiver my timbers! they be a gainin' on us faster than ever!"
Submarine voyaging is an entirely different profession from that of the old-time navigator." "I know all that," said Sammy. "I know how everything is a machine nowadays; but I shall never forget what a glorious thing it was to sail on the sea with the wind blowin' and the water curlin' beneath your keel.
Hair about the same color, done up in a shinin' coil on the top of her head, but where it would git loose a little kinder curlin' and crinklin' about her white forward and round white neck. A sweet sad expression on her lips, cheeks white as snow now but meant to be pink and a pretty plump figger. She wuz very beautiful and called so by good judges.
"'What if her father can't leave her much gear, she has a head that's worth all the gold in Willy's pocket, and more. Then says 'Becca, 'What about Kitty Jackson? 'Shaf, says I, 'she's always curlin' her hair before her bit of a looking-glass. 'And what about Maggie of Armboth? says 'Becca.
You know I'm a prime cake-maker, bread-maker, an' kin do a whole pahcel uv other things besides; an' dress young ladies for parties, whar I learnt at the ole the-etter, which they built it after the fust one burnt up and all dem people whar dey got the Monnymental Chutch over um now; an' any kind of hair-dress-in', curlin' wid irons or quince juice, an' so fothe. No, don't you bother 'bout me."
There was a gey pompis-like carlie cam' an' tried to birz Sandy an' me up the seat; but Sandy sune made a job o' him. "Have you a ticket?" says Sandy. "Ay, have I," says the carlie, curlin' up his lips gey snappish-like; "I have a three-shillin' ticket." "Ay, weel, awa' oot o' this," says Sandy. "This is the sikey seats, an' we dinna want ony o' you chappies poachin' amon' his lads.
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