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"Well, I told Miss Andrews I didn't think there was anything in it," said Miss Prissy; "but," she added, impressively, "she lost a very dear brother, six months after, and I laid him out with my own hands, yes, laid him out in white flannel." "Some folks say," said Candace, "dat dreamin' 'bout white horses is a sartin sign. Jinny Styles is bery strong 'bout dat.

So grandma brought me my supper, and I went to bed dreamin' of the steamboats. While I was at my grandpa's this time, my Aunt Melissa and Uncle Lemuel came to visit on their way to Ohio. They lived in Iowa sommers and he was a preacher and awful smart. He had been married before and his wife died, and then he married my aunt.

As soon as the light rendered this apparent, Gaff put his hand on Billy's head and spoke softly to him "Now then, lad, look up ye an't sleepin', sure, are ye?" "No, daddy, only dozin' and dreamin'," said Billy, rousing himself. "Well, we must stop dreamin', and git ashore as fast as we can. I think there's dry land all the way to the beach; if not, it'll only be a short swim.

His first text was to be 'Thou God seest me. "Ye'll wonder at me, but I've sat here in the lang fore-nichts dreamin' 'at Joey was a grown man noo, an' 'at I was puttin' on my bonnet to come to the kirk to hear him preach.

Little dreamin' they, poor souls, how that that same nursemaid would stop to chatter with a friend of her own, right at the bridge-end and leave the child out of her arms just for the minute, who, set on the ground by herself, runs off in high glee an' no more to that story, till she finds herself in the 'littlest house, where me colleen lived; an' what come after ye know.

And up starts I in a fright; but the moment I was up the ghost was gone. `Now, Tim Rokens, says I to myself, always keepin' my eye on the spot where I'd last seed the ghost, `this is queer; this is quite remarkable. You're dreamin', my lad, an' the sooner ye put a stop to that 'ere sort o' dreamin' the better.

"Hallo! massa Benjamin! You's dreamin' drefful strong dis mornin'." "Yer up, ol' ebony!" groaned the boy. In a few minutes the whole camp was roused; sleep was quickly banished by anxiety about the missing one; guns and rifles were loaded, and a regular search-expedition was hastily organised. They started off in groups in different directions, leaving the Eskimo women in charge of the camp.

It's a place w'ere I don' get too hot on de summer an' too col' on de winter; it's place w'ere birds sing an' flowers blossom an' de sun shine, an' w'ere I can sleep widout dreamin' 'bout it all de tam'." "Why, it's the land of content you'll never discover it by travel. I'll tell you a secret, Poleon. I've found it yes, I have. It lies here." She laid her hand on her breast.

They was so real-like that I couldn't help sayin' `Nancy! an' I do assure you that she stopped sewin' an' turned her head a-one side for a moment as if she was listenin'. An' it was all so real-like too." "You was dreamin'; that was all," said the unromantic Evan. "No, mate. I wasn't dreamin'," returned Jim.

"I heard the noise they made, and I turned around and saw it just as I've told you." Drusilla touched Buster John on the arm. "We ain't dreamin', is we, honey?" Buster John looked at her scornfully. "What put that in your head?" he asked. "Suppose the rock had hit Mr. Dog?" suggested Sweetest Susan. "Now, that's so!" exclaimed Mr. Thimblefinger.

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