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When she gits to rantin' about anythin' I've done ur hain't done all I got to do to shet 'er up is to start to tell 'er some'n somebody's has said about somebody else, an' she gits 'er cheer. So I try to keep a stock o' things on hand. Clem Dill's afeerd o' Mis' Dawson now.
Little O'Grady threw out his leg again with sudden vehemence and toppled over among Dill's heaped-up cushions. Dill laughed. "How are the other fellows over your way feeling about it?" "Same as me hopeful. We may have to sleep on excelsior for a while yet, but we shall soon stop eating it.
Bruce was so full of his subject that he saw nothing unusual in propounding his questions in Mr. Dill's ear under the covers in the middle of the night. "How many horse-power could you develop from a two-hundred-feet head with a minimum flow of eight hundred miners' inches?" "Hey?" Mr. Dill's muffled voice sounded startled.
Dill's eyes turned in the like direction. In a gay and summer's dress, fine and sparkling, with a coquettish little bonnet, trimmed with pink, shaded by one of those nondescript articles at present called veils, which article was made of white spotted net with a pink ruche round it, sailed Afy Hallijohn, conceited and foolish and good-looking as ever. Catching sight of Mr.
It was this person, then, an out-and-out man of the world, against whom he, uncouth and unpractised boy, had presumed to pit himself! Little O'Grady was not able immediately to detach Dill's attention from his associates. Meanwhile he studied both Dill and Virgilia.
Heaven pardon her, though, for ever having brought Virgilia Jeffreys to Daffingdon Dill's studio! She herself had come there full of Jeremiah McNulty and Andrew P. Hill and Roscoe Orlando Gibbons. "It's a big undertaking," she had told Dill. "They're struggling with it now, poor things. They need expert advice. If I were only one of the board of directors!" Dill came up to the mark gingerly.
Smugg as you came along, Joe?" I asked. "Yes, sir. Gone toward Dill's farm, sir." "Ah, Dill's farm!" "Yes, sir." The chop-laden Joe passed on. I mended my pace, and soon found myself on the outskirts of Dill's premises. I had been there before; we had all been there before. Dill had a daughter. I saw her now in a sunbonnet and laced boots.
To see Bruce in the East and in the company of these men on top of Dill's telegram was a culminating blow to Sprudell, as effective as though it had been planned.
My Lord, that man'll see the day he'll wish he'd never laid eyes on Wambush." "I hain't in entire sympathy with Toot." It was Dill's voice. "That is to say, not entire!" "Well, don't say so, ef you know what's good fer you." "Oh, it's a free country, I reckon." "Don't you believe it!" "What's Toot gwine to do?" "I don't know, but he'll hatch out some'n."
Still, I could not rest in conjecture, and my curiosity led me up to Dill's little farm on the afternoon of the day of Joe's sudden appearance. The others let me go alone. Directly after dinner Smugg went to his bedroom, and the other three had gone off to play lawn tennis at the vicar's. I lit my pipe, and strolled along till I reached the gate that led to Dill's meadow.
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