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Updated: June 13, 2025
The red pony turned mild bright eyes upon brown Awguan, and twitched red velvet ears to express surprise, and wrinkled a polite nose. "Hello! I hadn't noticed you before. Fine day, isn't it?" said the ears. Awguan rolled his wicked eye and snorted. The blue boy shrilled a comment of surprising particulars a hatless boy in denim.
But his many shortcomings as vagrant and rowdy found easy excuse in siñá Tona's eyes, when she would see him of a holiday and what days were not holidays for that rascal? with that fluffy flat silk cap of his topping off a brown face with just the suggestion of a mustache showing, a blue denim coat fitting close to his figure, and a black silk sash wound around his waist over a flannel shirt with black and green checks.
Joe could not drive over it without remembering that its sister bridge in Tacoma shook itself to pieces. By one-thirty he was bumping down his father's road. The barn seemed empty when he stopped in front. Ann came out of the house to meet him. She was wearing a denim skirt and a black blouse. Her blonde hair was braided and wound behind her head. They had a long wordless hug.
Clean from tip to toe, newly shaven, wearing a crackling white shirt, a linen collar and a new suit of store clothes, he felt himself a man again, fit to meet maidens. His partner, being a married man, was slouching around in his tattered and greasy brown denim overalls. He looked at Ben and grinned. "Got a tag on y'rself?" "No, why?" "Nobod'y know ye, if anything happened on the road.
This one wore a dress of dark blue denim, and her hat was tied securely under the chin by a ribbon which passed over its crown. The stranger looked up from under its shade and peered at Sylvia through her eye-glasses, at first indifferently, and then with a start. "Can this be Sylvia Lacey!" she exclaimed, hastening toward the bareheaded girl.
Oh, yes; she is better as anybody I effer see." Millard said no more, and Rudolph thanked him again, put on his cap, and went out to try his luck at finding the door to the freight-elevator for a descent from this lofty height to the dark caves of the basement vaulted caves with mazes of iron pipes of all sizes overhead, the narrow passages beset by busy porters bearing parcels and trunks, and by polyglot servants in dress-coats and white aprons running hither and thither with trays balanced on their finger-tips and mostly quite above replying to the questions of a bewildered intruder clad in trousers of well-worn brown denim.
"I keep tinkering with it, but it's seen its best days. Like me." He took off his denim apron, rolled down his sleeves, put on his hat and coat, and locked the door behind them. But not before he had looked wistfully around the little place, with its smell of beeswax, leather and dye, where he had worked so long.
And she, never having seen the Dutchman's children before, forgot to be polite, and stared back at their denim dresses, pigtails, and wooden shoes. When school took up again, the Swede boy was told to put his sums on a bit of tar-papered wall near him, and a mixed class in reading lined up in front of the teacher's table. Soon, however, the room was again quiet.
There Jim Calkins, prospecting, found her dying with a three days' babe nozzling at her breast. Jim heartened her for the end, buried her, and walked back to Poso, eighteen miles, the child poking in the folds of his denim shirt with small mewing noises, and won support for it from the rough-handed folks of that place.
The nightgown or Mother Hubbard of Connecticut became the proper female attire for natives in the house of God, and thus, by gradual establishment of a fashion, in their straw homes, and everywhere. Chiefesses were induced to don calico, and chiefs the woolen or denim trousers of refinement. The trader came to sell them, and so business followed the Bible.
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