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Updated: May 31, 2025
It's powerful discouragin' to the righteous to see the ungodly flourishin' so, an' a-rollin' in ther wealth, when ther betters has to be on needles all year fur fear the next mack'ril catch won't 'mount to much. The idee of her bein' willin' to marry a defaulter! I can't understand it." "Poor girl!" sighed Mrs. Crankett, wiping one eye with the corner of her apron.
The old Babcock house burned, an' he saw it. He was twelve years old. I was sick in bed, an' he told me about it. I can see him now, standin' at the foot of the bed, his cheeks red, his eyes sparklin' an' his little hands flourishin' right an' left in his excitement. As he talked, I could just see that old house burn.
"No, Adam," he was saying, "depend upon it, there is nothing like exercise, and, of all exercise, give me a pitch-fork." "Why, as to that, Mr. Belloo, sir," Adam retorted, "I say so be it, so long as I ain't near the wrong end of it, for the way you do 'ave of flourishin' an' a whirlin' that theer fork, is fair as-tonishin', I do declare it be."
I felt cold, for the night had turned foggy, and I was tryin' to make up my mind to climb down and get a bit nearer to the fire when a most awful yellin' arose, and the next second the place was chock-full of leapin' and howlin' niggers flourishin' great clubs and spears, and bowlin' over our chaps as fast as they got up on to their feet.
There have been reform committees of fifty, of sixty, of seventy, of one hundred and all sorts of numbers that started Out to do up the regular political Organizations. They were mornin' glories looked lovely in the mornin' and withered up in a short time, while the regular machines went on flourishin' forever, like fine old oaks. Say, that's the first poetry I ever worked off. Ain't it great?
An' as for vegetables Lord! he don't seem to know whether 'tis beans or peas he 'as there's a kind o' sap gone out o' the garden this summer, for all that it's so fine an' flourishin'. There's a missin' o' somethin' somewheres!"
Say, Mendoza, don't that look like a car to you down yonder?" Polly sat up suddenly. "I thought you said that you owned the only car in town?" "I do. That's why I've a notion that that's mine, though why Ed Merriam should be flourishin' it around here, I don't know." "Car, yes," agreed Mendoza. "Make 'em back up. Can't pass there."
"Comin' to cases, the world's been forever basin' its game on the lies that's told; an' I reckons now if every gent was to turn in an' tell nothin' but the trooth for the next few hours, thar would be a heap of folks some hard to find at the close of them mootual confidences. Which places now flourishin' like a green bay-tree would be deserted wastes an' solitoodes.
"Why, if Uncle Sam could look on sech sights, and have me right by him to tell him the reason on't to tell him that two thousand dollars lent on easy interest would turn every one of them worthless, decayin' pieces of property into beautiful, flourishin', prosperous homes, he'd probable feel different about passin' the bill from what he duz now
'I needna ask for you; I see you are flourishin'. Hoo's the auld folk? I say, here's my car. Guid-nicht. She would have darted from him, but he gripped her by the arm. 'You won't go, Liz, till I know where and how you are living. I have the right to ask. Come home with me. Liz was surprised, arrested, and the car, with its noisy jingle, swept round the corner. 'Hame wi' you! she repeated.
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