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Wallie succeeded in pacifying "Red" finally and suggested that he and Pinkey exchange places. Pinkey consented reluctantly, and "Red" climbed upon the seat of the bed-wagon with a dark look at the "female" who had questioned his knowledge of horses, while he mumbled something about "fixin' her."
Her small boats were in place, but he saw neither life nor movement aboard. She appeared as deserted as a pile of scrap iron. "W'ot are they doin'?" queried Galton. "Nothing." Madden was puzzled over the strange condition of the tug. "Ain't they crowdin' to th' side, sir, lookin' at us and fixin' to come to us?" "Nobody's on her," replied Madden. "At least I don't see anyone." "W'ot! W'ot!
Is it true dat in all dem furrin countries Russia an' Germany an' Bombay an' all dat the po' people, w'ite or black or whutever dey color is, is fixin' to rise up in they might an' tek the money an' de gover'mint an' de fine houses an' the cream of ever'thing away frum dem dat's had it all 'long?"
This trip I bought a pink-and-gold chiny washin' set; and a down comfort for the best room. I never could tire of fixin' it up. We'll pass there to-morrow afternoon. I'd just love to have you step in " Grylls laughed boisterously. "Ah-h, shut up, Nell!" muttered the dark young man beside her. "Thank you, I'd like to see it," said Natalie, with a flash of the blue eyes.
"Dey's gittin' ready fo' a big fight, Marse Dave," said he. "Mister Moultrie in the fo't in de bay, an' Marse Gen'l Lee tryin' for to boss him. Dey's Rebels. An' Marse Admiral Parker an' de King's reg'ments fixin' fo' to tek de fo't, an' den Charlesto'n. Dey say Mister Moultrie ain't got no mo' chance dan a treed 'possum." "Why, Breed?" I asked.
"You'll be hintin' around next that I was talkin' about the Doctor behind his back. You're fixin' to lose me my place, that's what you are doin'." "Not me! It's braggin' on you I was not over a week ago, sayin' what a fine, nice cook you was, and how grand and clean it was over here."
Neither Rachel Craik, nor the sullen bandit, nor the loud-voiced rascal who had dared to say he was her father, could understand the cheerful patience with which she met them next day. "She's a puzzle," said Voles in the privacy of the apartment beneath. "I must dope out some way of fixin' things. She'll never come to heel again, Rachel. That fool Carshaw has turned her head."
Ye see, this sorter gives me a show to call at that thar restaurant and give HIM back his six-shooter, and set her on the right trail for you. Why, Lordy! I was here when you was fixin' her I'm testimony o' the way you did it and she'll remember me. I'll sorter waltz round thar this afternoon. But I reckon I won't be keepin' YOU from your work any longer. And look yar!
"It suah am goin'!" he added as he saw the mule, with nimble feet, send the revolving, endless string of slats around and around. "But de saw doan't move, Mistah Swift. Yo' am pretty smart at fixin' it as much as yo' has, but I reckon it's too busted t' eber saw any wood. I'se got bad luck, dat's what I has." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Tom. "The sawmill will be going in a moment.
Somebody that's that's seen ye, deary, and knows how badly you want to go to school, and that you need dresses, has given you three." "My goodness me!" cried Ruth, clasping her hands. Not three?" "Yes, my dear. And they're jest as good as new about. 'Cretia Lock won't be two days fixin' 'em over to fit you.
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