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Updated: May 20, 2025
"Poor birdie, is you starvin'? Here, jes go at dis, and joy yourself. Dere's fish and tings I tink you'd like. How is you now, dear?" "Better, Moppet; but, it's so stormy, I can't get to Davy; and I worry about him," began Gulliver, pecking away at his supper: but he stopped suddenly, for a faint sound came up from below, as if some one called, "Help, help!"
Perhaps, then, she would have given over urging him to do what he longed to do, and let him go on that search he knew was hopeless, and in which he had no joy. But she did not see; she would never see. He laughed aloud, for all the world as if the sun were bright and the fret for adventure were still keen in him, then, picking up his bundle, said: "Dere's no use argue wit' Canayen man.
Sure, dere's a whole bunch of dem, and unless youse come on down dey'll bite de hull head off of us lot. Leave those stiffs on de roof. Let Sam wait here with his canister, and den dey can't get down, 'cos Sam'll pump dem full of lead while dey're beatin' it t'roo de trap-door. Sure." Psmith nodded reflectively. "There is certainly something in what the bright boy says," he murmured.
I thought you tended to Mrs. Athelstone's rooms and Mr. Brander's storeroom." "Aw, go wan. I'm no second girl, an' de storeroom's never cleaned. Dere's nothin' to clean but a lot of stones an' bum mummies an' such." "Brander can't sell much stuff; I never see anything being shipped." "Oh! I don't know! We sent a couple of embammed dooks to Chicago last week." "And last month?"
"Dere's a loidy here," continued Spike, addressing the chest of drawers, "dat's got a necklace of jools what's wort' a hundred t'ousand plunks. Honest, boss. A hundred t'ousand plunks. Saunders told me dat de old gazebo dat hands out de long woids. I says to him, 'Gee! an' he says, 'Surest t'ing youse know. A hundred t'ousand plunks!" "So I understand," said Jimmy.
I don' know w'at kin' of love is dis, for sure. De kin' of love I know is de kin' I sing 'bout in my songs; I s'pose it's different breed to yours, an' I'm begin to see it don' live nowhere but on dem songs of mine. Dere's long tarn' I waste here now five year but to-morrow I go again lookin' for my own countree." "Poleon!" she cried, looking up with startled eyes.
"Seems to me dere's no black mans here, so may's well try de woods for wild wegibles." "No no, Ebony," said the first mate, who had charge of the boat, "you'll be sure to desert if we let you go unless we send Hockins to look after you. He's the only man that can keep you in order." "Well, I'll take Hockins also," said Mark, "you heard the captain say I was to have two men. Will you go, Hockins?"
But dere's been annudder murder in town." "Another murder?" "Yes, Colonel. Boys on de streets yellin' extry papers now, all 'bout de murder." "Who is it? Where? When did it happen?" "Jest 'bout a hour ago. It's a man a Indian man whut kept a curiosity shop de same place where yo' an' me was lookin' at dem funny snake candlesticks las' week." "Singa Phut's place? Great Scott, Shag!
"I knows dat we ride and dat dere's chuck a-plenty," smiled Gus, "and whichever way it is," he added lowering his voice and chuckling, "can't be no worse dan Buck's place fur me." "Do you want to go?" "Well, I ain't a settin' up nights a longin' to, but to oblige a friend, Mr. Buck, I allowed meself to be persuaded." "Well, we'll see," said Ned. Ned rather wanted to watch this young man.
De cotton hits a-greenin' in de furrer, An' honey I'se a-waitin' at de door! "Did I tole you dat I know'd whar dere's a possum? Did I tole you dat I know'd whar dere's a coon? Oh, mah lady, come out soon! Oh, mah honey, come out soon! While de Mocker, while de Mocker Am a-singin' to de moon!"
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