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"Mars Sam didn' want Mis' Polly ter come, suh; fur he didn' like Mis' Polly. He wuz skeered er Miss Polly." "I don't wonder," yawned the doctor, "if she was anything like she is now." "Wuss, suh, fer she wuz younger, an' stronger. She always would have her say, no matter 'bout what, an' her own way, no matter who 'posed her.
After an illy-suppressed snort or two, he coughed violently, and then stammered: "Excuse me. I was just thinking about er about something funny. I'm always doing some fool thing like that. This was about Ed Jones's dog, wouldn't be the least bit funny to anybody but me, so I won't tell you about it. Two-thirty it is, then? I'll meet you up at Alix's. It's only a step." "Will you tell Mr.
"We'll show yer what sort of friends we air," spoke up Zibe Turner; "so jest obleege we uns by gittin' down off'n that 'er hoss, or we'll help yer down." "I have an engagement up the knob tonight, and I have not time to tarry with you now," said the preacher. "Well, parson, we uns have fixed up a leetle meetin' on our own account, and there ain't much singin' nor prayin' in it, nuther.
I knew his hours for coming to Sanitary Headquarters from his clinics, I suppose. He always came up the stairs absorbed in thought, noticing nothing that passed. I waylaid him in the turn of the dark hall, and before he had time to think plumped at him an "Oh, Doctor! about that parrot of your friend er er, oh! what was his name?"
And by and by Ted wiped his eyes and put his arm round the gal's waist and ses "'This is my intended, Miss Florrie Price, he ses. 'Ain't she a little wonder? Wot d'ye think of 'er? "'I'll keep my own opinion, I ses. 'I ain't got nothing to say against gals, but if I only lay my hands on that young brother of 'ers'
"Audrey, you're making a noise like a goose. 'Course I do." "But how did you manage to " "I gave them to Mr. Price, with instructions to leave them by the er bedside. Mr. Price is a friend. I hope I've made that plain these days to everybody, including Mr. Gilman. Mr. Price is a good sample of what painters are liable to come to after they've found out they don't care for the smell of oil-tubes.
W'en de nashuns er de earf is a stan'in all aroun, Who's a gwineter be choosen fer ter w'ar de glory-crown? Who's a gwine fer ter stan' stiff-kneed en bol'. En answer to der name at de callin' er de roll? You better come now ef you comin' Ole Satun is loose en a bummin' De wheels er distruckshun is a hummin' Oh, come long, sinner, ef you comin'!
S-stick pretty close to business, don't you, since the people sent you to Congress?" Mr. "Well," said the Honorable Heth, catching his breath and making a dive, "I am surprised to see you, Jethro," which was probably true. "Th-thought you might be," said Jethro. "Er glad to see me, Heth glad to see me?" As has been recorded, it is peculiarly difficult to lie to people who are not to be deceived.
"'T was me 'usband planted it, ma'am, years ago. We watched 'en and pruned 'en and tended 'en like a child we did an' now to be told 'er ain't mine!" "You're forgetting yourself, Elizabeth, I think," said Mrs. de Tracy.
Morgan 'ad got a nasty sort o' red swelling on her nose, she got quite good- tempered. She talked about it nearly all supper-time, telling 'er what she ought to do to it, and about a friend of hers that 'ad one and 'ad to turn teetotaler on account of it. "My nose is good enough for me," ses Mrs. Morgan, at last.
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