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Updated: September 5, 2025
Bug had a genius for praying briefly and for others rather than for himself. Tonight he merely clasped his chubby hands and said, reverently: "Dear Dod, please ist make Vic dood as folks finks he is, for Thwist's sake. Amen-n-n." When he fell asleep, Victor sat a long while staring at the window where the May rain was beating heavily.
And when we came to hog-pound, she turned upon me suddenly, with the lanthorn she was bearing, and saw that I had the bock by one hand very easily. "Jan Ridd," she said, "there be no other man in England cud a' dood it. Now thee shalt have Larna." They had resigned themselves, as even pigs do, to a kind of fast, hoping to break their fast more sweetly on the morrow morning.
Vat can you expect for to come to, Master Caxton, if you don't pay de care dat is proper to your own dood name, de e, and de o? Ach? let me see no more of your vile corruptions! Mein Gott! Pi! ven de name is Pei!" The next post brought a sad damper to my scholastic exultation. The letter ran thus:
Not a word was spoken, but they felt all he would say, and little Teddy expressed his pleasure for them as he leaned from his father's arm to hug the boy, and say, in his baby way, "My dood Danny! everybody loves him now."
Westcott's arm, and they walked out, that gentleman stopping to strike a match and light his cigar at the door, and calling back, "Dood by, all, dood by! Adieu, Monsieur Sawney, au revoir!"
Better let me go in and show 'em haow to pitch." "Go avay pack and sit down," advised Hans derisively. "You vould dood a lot uf goot uf you vould pitch, vouldn't you!" "If I couldn't do better than yeou're doing naow, I'd never play another game of baseball!" retorted Gallup. "He's envious," said Sparkfair. "Don't listen to him. I know you'll strike me out. You can't help it."
"Done me no harm!" repeated the negro, indignantly, "didn't he say you was mad or drunk?" "Well, well," said Lawrence, laughing, "that was a very innocent remark. It did no harm to either of us." "You's wrong, massa," returned Quashy in a magnificently hurt tone. "It dood no harm to you, but it hurt my feelin's, an' dat's wuss dan hurtin' my body."
"If you're looking for practice, Dale," said Frank, "perhaps we can accommodate you. We feel like playing a little baseball ourselves." "Yah!" put in Hans, who declined to be repressed. "Ve pelief der game uf paseball can play us some. Der practice vos oudt uf us a whole lot, but all der same ve vill dood our pest to dood you up. Between der acts I vill gif you a melodious selection der flute on.
Soon his hand would make a movement; his foot pushed away the blanket, his whole body stirred, he rubbed an eye, stretched out his arms, and then his look from under his scarcely raised eyelids would rest on me. He would smile at me, murmuring softly, so softly that I would hold my breath to seize all the shades of his music. "Dood mornin', papa."
Vic's hand fell nerveless, and Burgess staggered back. "Was n't you dood to Vic? He would n't hurted you. He never hurted me." The innocent face and gentle words held a strange power over each passion-fired man before him. Five minutes later, Vic Burleigh walked across the gridiron with full credentials for his place on the team.
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