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The Major answered in a voice as clipped as his grey bottle-brush moustache, "Delighted! Dinner's ready. Come along!" Mr. Lavender saw that he had a mouth which seemed to have a bitt in it; several hairs on a finely rounded head; and an air of efficient and truculent bonhomie tanned and wrinkled by the weather.
"I hurried all I could but that rascally milkman hasn't been here yet and there's no cream for your coffee. Your dinner's most ready though." She started back to the kitchen. "Not enough for two, is there?" asked Laramie. "Who's coming?" demanded Belle, stopping in her tracks. "Belle, you're suspicious as a cattleman. Nobody's coming, but I'm hungry."
"Nothing only I hoped to find you more hospitable." "Oh, smoke away guess we can stand it, if you can. Dinner's over" he looked at the big clock decorating the white wall "but they'll be piling in here after the theatres is out. You live around here?" "No, not immediately." "Looking for any one?" Felix gave a slight start and, from under his narrowed lids, shot one of his bull's-eye flashes.
You'd never have knowed they belonged to the same family, but I was sorry when she died, on account of her bein' the last cat." Hepsey, half frightened, put her head into the room. "Dinner's ready," she shouted, hurriedly shutting the door. "Give me your arm, James," said Mrs. Ball, and Ruth followed them into the dining-room.
"Young fellow," said he, "I never allow no man to outdo me in politeness. If you bought these cattle on my old man's word, I want you to be safe in receiving them. We'll class them sixteen hundred twos, and fifteen hundred threes, and any overplus falls to the red-headed pilot. That's about what Uncle Dud would call a Texas count and classification. Shake out your horses; dinner's waiting."
And indeed it was a creditable party, it would almost unanimously call itself, next day, a delightful one. Miss Howe made the most agreeable excitement, you might almost have heard the heart-beats of the wife of the literary civilian, as she just escaped being introduced, and so availed herself of the dinner's opportunity for intimate observation without letting herself in a particle most clever.
It hath an inviting smell." "Lobscouse, master," replied old Tom, "and not bad lining either." "I recollect no such word unde derivatur, friend?" "What's that, master?" inquired old Tom. "It's Latin for lobscouse, depend upon it, father," cried Tom, who was stirring up the savoury mess with a large wooden spoon. "He be a deadly lively old gentleman, with his dead language. Dinner's all ready.
"He says he has come for you and your sister, Miss Melville, and as it was our dinner-time, he would not come up." "Bid him walk upstairs, for the dinner's no ready. Mr. Brandon was aye rather an off-put to work, and ye'll no get your dinner for a good quarter of an hour yet." "We are quite ready," said Jane; "We will go at once. It is our cousin, who was to call for us."
Suddenly Rosebud's face cleared. "That's it, Seth. I put it in there. In with the dinner. Oh, and, Seth, I got Ma to let me bring my dinner out, so we can have a picnic, you and I, and General." Seth was bending over the box. "Then I guess your dinner's kind o' spoiled too," he said. "Oh, that doesn't matter so long as yours isn't. You see it's my own fault, and serves me right.
So, being a working man, I hate to see working men make fools of themselves." Jane was watching the young man anxiously. She instinctively knew that this speech must be rousing his passion for plain and direct speaking. Before he had time to answer she said: "Dinner's waiting. Let's go in."
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