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"We've all got our idiosyncreases," added Emmeline Camp, "only some of 'em's creased in a little deeper'n others. I guess mine and Old '61's are pretty considerable deep!" The early July days were cloudless and full of hot, stinging noises. T.O. crawled out to lie in the grass under a great tree, and exult in room and freedom and rest.
"We figger that if a dozen or two of 'em's cleaned out, quick and mysterious, the rest'll tuck tail and sneak. It's happened that way in other places more than once, as you and I know. Well, you're the man that don't have to take lessons." "Money talks," repeated Mark, still looking into the chimney.
"My name's Ogden Bobby Ogden. Glad to become acquainted with you, I'm sure. And now, if you will follow on, I'll do my best for you. Would you mind walking on your toes? You see, there are just two things most calculated to get Flash's goat. One of 'em's marring up his floor with heavy boots, and the other is butting in when he's playing dominoes.
A good sight on 'em's had money of Is'iah, though, and they don't like to do nothin' but take his part an' be pretty soft spoken, fear it'll git to his ears. Well, well, dear, we'll let it be bygones, and not think of it no more;" but I saw the great tears roll slowly down her cheeks, and she pulled her bonnet forward impatiently, and looked the other way.
And the children the swift impression Gloria got was of a street lined, too, with little unattractive children. "Not a tree on it," she mused as the car jolted her on to Uncle Em's. "Think of no trees! And whole mobs of children, and such a day as this!" It was terribly hot. "I wonder what a District Nurse is? Well, I like 'em!"
She walked straight through into the bedroom, where the dead man was lying. "You'd like a look at 'im, wouldn't you?" said Em's sister, and she brushed past Laura over to the bed. "Don't be afraid, my lass," and now her voice sounded fond and sly, and fondly she drew down the sheet "'e looks a picture. There's nothing to show. Come along, my dear." Laura came.
They had belonged to Em's mother, and the box, as packed at her death, had stood untouched and forgotten these long years. She must have been a tall woman, that mother of Em's, for when he stood up to shake out a dress the neck was on a level with his, and the skirt touched the ground.
Roker, 'it's as plain as Salisbury. You'll have a chummage ticket upon twenty-seven in the third, and them as is in the room will be your chums. 'Are there many of them? inquired Mr. Pickwick dubiously. 'Three, replied Mr. Roker. Mr. Pickwick coughed. 'One of 'em's a parson, said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece of paper as he spoke; 'another's a butcher. 'Eh? exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.
"Well, then, you stay in there till you get dry It's well you didn't have your new clothes on." "Ain't I glad 'bout dem!" enthusiastically ex-claimed the young African. "Nebber mind dese clo'es. De water on 'em's all good, dry water, like de res' ob de bay." And, so saying, Dick tumbled over in, with a spatter which made Ford Foster tread on two of three crabs in getting away from it.
It is to her the last struggle of an eventful life, and she is resolved to meet it with womanly fortitude. The Judge takes his seat, looks very grave, and condescends to say there is a big docket to be disposed of this morning. "Crime seems to increase in the city," he says, bowing to Mr. Seargent Stubbs. "If your Honor will look at that," Mr. Stubbs says, smiling, "most on em's bin up afore.
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