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Mr. Dill opened his eyes, stared blankly and came back from his dreaming. "You were so so impatient when I tried to get you up," he explained in a tired voice. "And you had a way of laying your hands on your revolver when I insisted. It seems you took me for a shepherd and were very unfriendly; so I thought it best to let you stay as you were, but I'm afraid you were not very comfortable.
A hundred respected salutations were offered her; she answered them mechanically; a shout was raised, "Long live Carlyle! Carlyle forever!" Barbara bowed her pretty head on either side, and the carriage at length got on. The parting of the crowd brought Mr. Dill, who had come to listen for once to the speech of the second man, and Mr. Ebenezer James close to each other. Mr.
"Who's that?" the visiting one asked. "It's Noble Dill; he's kind of one of the crowd." "Is he nice?" "Oh, sort of. Kind of shambles around." "Looks like last year's straw hat to me," the visiting one giggled. "Oh, he tries to dress lately, that is but he never did know how." "Looks mad about something." "Yes. He's one of the ones in love with that Julia Atwater I told you about."
Dill came in and saved Billy from fleeing the place before his hunger slept, and Billy felt justified in breathing easily and in looking elsewhere than at his plate. "I see you've been getting busy with the barbwire," he remarked, when he rose from the table and led the way out to the porch. "Why, no. I haven't done any fencing at all, William," Dill disclaimed. "Yuh haven't?
"Well I s'pose we ought to say good-bye for the present, so to speak, Mr. Dill." "I'm afraid so." "Well " She stood looking at him expectantly, but he said nothing more. "Well, good-bye for the present, Mr. Dill," she said again, and, turning, walked away with dignity. But a moment later she forgot all about her skirt and scampered. Mrs.
She was preceded by a brisk porter who carried two travelling-bags of a rich sort, as well as a sack of implements for the game of golf; and she was warm in dark furs, against which the vasty clump of violets she wore showed dewy gleamings of blue. At sight of Noble Dill, more than pensive at the ticket-window, she hesitated, then stopped and observed him.
How about telling me about one of your fracases, eh? You know, some time you really got in the dill." Joe snorted. He seldom met someone not of Category Military who didn't want a special detailed description of some gory action in which Joe had participated. And like all veterans of combat, there was nothing he liked less to do.
At any rate, the combination at the ranch did not tempt him to neglect his business, and he galloped down the trail without so much as looking back to see if Flora would wave possibly because he was afraid he might catch the flutter of a handkerchief in fingers other than hers. It was when the round-up was on its way in that Billy, stopping for an hour in Hardup, met Dill in the post office.
Julia turned, for in fact the gate at that moment clicked behind the nervously advancing form of Noble Dill. He came with, a bravado that was merely pitiable and he tried to snap his Orduma cigarette away with thumb and forefinger in a careless fashion, only to see it publicly disappear through an open cellar window of the house. "I hope there's no excelsior down there," said Newland Sanders.
To pickle large CUCUMBERS. Take cucumbers and put them in a strong salt and water, let them lie whilst they be throughly yellow, then scald them in the same salt and water they lie in, set them on the fire, and scald them once a day whilst they are green; take the best alegar you can get, put to it a little Jamaica pepper and black pepper, some horse-radish in slices, a few bay leaves, and a little dill and salt, so scald your cucumbers twice or thrice in this pickle; then put them up for use.
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