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Dibble did not know about the Castle and its inmates, and the farm-houses and their inmates, and the village and its population, was really not worth being talked about. And of course she knew everything about the Castle, because her sister, Jane Shorts, was one of the upper housemaids, and was very friendly and intimate with Thomas. "And the way his lordship do go on!" said Mrs.
And he looked fondly at his freckled nephew as he spoke. "A dibble and a corn-dropper will be more in his way than the rifle, for some weeks to come," said Mr. Howell. "What's a dibble?" asked both of the youngsters at once. The elder man smiled and looked at Younkins as he said, "A dibble, my lambs, is an instrument for the planting of corn.
Suppose you try changing legs?" "Changing legs?" exclaimed both boys at once. "Why, how could we exchange legs?" "I know what Uncle Aleck means. I saw you always used the right leg to jam down the dibble with, and then you kicked the hole full with the right heel. No wonder your right legs are tired.
And she took the dibble again and planted a leek, in her rage for work; while old Mme. Rougon went away, somewhat tranquillized; certain, she said, that the marriage would take place. Pascal, in effect, seemed to accept Clotilde's marriage as a thing settled, inevitable.
Max Rutter, the captain of the Lawrenceville team, went to Williams and played on the Varsity, eventually becoming captain there also. Ned Moffat, nephew of Princeton's great Alex Moffat, played end rush. About this time I began to realize that Billy McGibbon had given me a correct line on Charlie de Saulles and Billy Dibble.
Foreign missions were in their early and vigorous growth eighty years ago. I rode in our family carriage to church with Sheldon Dibble and Reuben Tinker, who were just leaving Auburn Theological Seminary to go out as our pioneer missionaries to the Sandwich Islands. The Missionary Herald was taken in a great number of families and read with great avidity.
They are like ducks, hatched and reared at some upland farm where there was not even a muddy pool to dibble in. When spring comes it is still flowing merrily, trying to make you believe that it is going to flow for ever; beautiful, green water-loving plants and grasses spring up and flourish along the roadside, and you may see comfrey and water forget-me-not in flower.
And more than that, the two operations that of the man with the dibble and that of the man with the watering-pot are one in issue; and so they are partners, and in some respects may be regarded as one. Then what is the sense of pitting them against each other?
"My name is Walter Dibble; I carry on hatting extensively in Danbury; I came to Grassy Plain to buy fur, and have purchased some 'beaver' and 'cony, and now it seems I am to be called 'crazy' and a 'poor man, because I want to buy a little 'Russia' to make up my assortment." The ladies began to open their eyes; they saw that Mr.
Many of the store customers were hatters, and among the many kinds of furs sold for the nap of hats was one known to the trade as "Russia." One day a hatter, Walter Dibble, called to buy some furs. Barnum sold him several kinds, including "beaver" and "cony," and he then asked for some "Russia." They had none, and as Barnum wanted to play a joke upon him, he told him that Mrs.
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