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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I don't understand you," I said awkwardly. "Your head is not of a level, my Pancho. Thees earthquake he remain for only ten seconds, and he fling open the door. If he remain for twenty seconds, he fling open the wall, the hoose toomble, and your friend Enriquez is feenish." "Nonsense!" I said.
"But I'll tell you this, Bawbie; when I was jookin' alang by the roppie, tryin' to get hame, it's as fac's ocht, I thocht twa-three times o' gaen plunk in amon' the water, an' makin' a feenish o't. I was that angry an' ashamed. But, man, I ran up throo the yairds, without onybody seein's, an' got in at the skylicht.
"Follow me ... and ... and ... what's next? Mither said I wes tae haed ready when she cam. "'A'll come afore ye gang tae sleep, Wullie, but ye 'ill no get yir kiss unless ye can feenish the psalm. "And ... in God's house ... for evermore my ... hoo dis it rin? a' canna mind the next word ... my, my "It's ower dark noo tae read it, an' mither 'ill sune be comin'."
"Follow me ... and ... and ... what's next? Mither said I wes tae haed ready when she cam. "'A'll come afore ye gang tae sleep, Wullie, but ye 'ill no get yir kiss unless ye can feenish the psalm. "And ... in God's house ... for evermore my ... hoo dis it rin? a canna mind the next word ... my, my "It's ower dark noo tae read it, an' mither 'ill sune be comin."
I have enofe of the horse, and ox, and cow when you are with me! Kiss me, Pancho. Perhaps it is for the last time the feenish! Who knows?"
The deeshes all feenish," said Dolores, promptly. "Did you wash out the dish towels?" "Si. All done. I go to bed." Dolores disappeared. "You're a liar," breathed Mrs. Van, softly. "You ain't goin' to bed, you're goin' to set and spoon with that good-looking cousin of yours. Well, go to it. You're only young once and this country'd drive a woman to most anything." Her eyes twinkled humorously.
I have say, 'Courage, Pancho will come! Then I say, 'No, he is talk with Miss Essmith! I remember not more. I have creep here on the hands. Eet is feenish!" I looked at her distractedly. She smiled tenderly and slightly smoothed down and rearranged a fold of her dress to cover her delicate little boot. "But," I protested, "you are not much hurt, dearest. You have broken no bones.
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