United States or Mauritius ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"True, boy, but the thing is worn too short, an' though its edge is pretty well, you didn't screw it firm enough, so it got drove back a bit and the hammer-head, as well as the flint, strikes the steel, d'ye see? There now, prime it again, an' be sure ye wipe the pan before puttin' in the powder. It's not worth while to be disap'inted about so small a matter. You'll git plenty more chances.
"Have you seen the straw Sally Kittridge is braidin' for Mara Lincoln's weddin' bonnet?" said Miss Ruey. "It's jist the finest thing ever you did see, and the whitest. I was a-tellin' Sally that I could do as well once myself, but my mantle was a-fallin' on her. Sally don't seem to act a bit like a disap'inted gal.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she hid them on Miss Snow's shoulder. "Be ye disap'inted, little woman?" inquired Jim, tenderly. "Oh, no." "Feelin's a little too many fur ye?" The little woman nodded, while Miss Snow put her arm around her neck and whispered. "A woman is a curi's bein'," said Jim. "She cries when she's tickled, an' she laughs when she's mad."
"I you won't say that I spoke of Lorry?" "Bless your heart, no! And he'll figure it out hisself. But don't you get disap'inted if he don't go right away. It's mighty easy to set back and say 'Go! to the other fella; and listen to the band and cheer the flag. It makes a fella feel so durned patriotic he is like to forget he ain't doin' nothin' hisself.
"Wall," sez I, "I am a disap'inted creeter. I wanted to do my part towards gittin' them good, noble folks enough to live on till Spring." Sez I, "Who is it that you are willin' to make such a extraordinary outlay for?" "The Rager," sez he. "The Rager," sez I dreamily; "who's that?" "Why, the Rager from India. I spoze," sez he, "that he is one of the raginest men that you ever see.
I disremembeh eveh hearin' any she-male talkin' about thu goodness of any r'ally decent man, married er single; but jest let some tur'ble mean-minded cuss get to cuttin' capehs with some fool woman er tother, an' every ole brindle on thu range chaws on thu cud of it like a dogie on May blue-joint; an' as fer thu heifers, every blessed one on 'em purtends to be buffaloed if he crosses theah trail an' skitteh away, lookin' back disap'inted if he don't folleh an' try to raound 'em up.
Word Of The Day