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"Oh, I know," said the tired, but by no means exhausted, Mrs. Tuck, "I ain't forgettin' their innards, ef thet's what you're thinkin' of. You just tell Silas to kill four broilers, an' I'll clean 'em to-night. Thet'll give me a start, and to-morow I c'n do a few dozen pies. I hev got some mince-meat, thank goodness! an' you c'n get me in some of them early apples in the morning.
Like Barney Bralligan's song that finished before it begun isn't that the way of it, ma'am?" "It's a goodish len'th of a while," said Mrs. Doherty. "But thin there's the lave; don't be forgettin' the lave, Paddy man. Supposin' we " "Tub be sure, there's the lave. Why, it's skytin' home on lave they do be most continial.
I'm going to skip out here. And I ain't forgettin' this either," he said, thrusting out a hand, while a queer grin crept over his face. Jerry hurried on, anxious to relieve the suspense of his chums. As he came in sight of the camp he paused and stared, as well he might, for it seemed to be occupied by a stranger, and he a man with the wild aspect of a madman. "Whoop!
I owe you for all the cash in my pocket an' an' for a pint of the Stuff that Killed Father an' an' maybe for a beatin' that might of killed me. Chum, I guess God did a real day's work when He built you. I I Let it go at that. Only I ain't forgettin'. Nor yet I ain't li'ble to forget. Come on home. I'm a-gittin' the chatters!" He had been stroking the oddly unresponsive dog's head as he spoke.
When I told of Lute's forgetfulness in the matter of gasolene the lightkeeper thumped the table. "There, by godfreys!" he exclaimed. "I could see it comin'! That feller's for all the world like a cook I had once aboard the Ezry H. Jones. That cook was the biggest numskull that ever drawed the breath of life. Always forgettin' somethin', he was, and always at the most inconvenient time.
"I DID get away," said Dart gloomily. "I killed the man, thinkin' he was huntin' ME, and forgettin' I was disguised. He thought I was your father." "Yes," said the girl joyfully, "he was after dad, and YOU you killed him." She again caught his hand admiringly. But he did not respond. Possibly there were points of honor which this horse-thief felt vaguely with her father. "Listen," he said grimly.
Yes, sir! His angel, that's what you was, only we didn't know it then. I was pretty sore and bitter in those days, thought I never could forget. And yet and yet, now I really am forgettin' or, if I don't forget, I'm more reconciled. And you've done it for me, Mary-'Gusta." Mary was puzzled. "Forget what?" she asked. "Do you mean the business troubles, Uncle Zoeth?"
He had a right to know better, an' not go forgettin' himself and his place altogether." "Aye, indeed," chimed in Bridget. "Set him up! Him and his ould cart." "Then if it was nothin' but the cart that ailed him, Bridget," returned Juliana severely, "there wouldn't be much to complain of.
I'll wring the rascal's neck for forgettin' S'lome. Why, man, she's the pride of this farm, and the queen of every heart on it! S'lome? Who's S'lome? Ask any nigger or dog in the county, and they'll tell you. She's our 'dopted daughter, man, off to Bellwood for her second year, and'll be home the fifth of June, God bless her!"
Well, speakin' from experience, they was three mighty fast guns ag'in' him. Say five shots in each gun, which is fifteen. And he had to reload, most-like, for he can empty a gun quicker than you can think. Fifteen to five for a starter, and comin' at him from three ways to once. And he got the whole three of 'em! Do you know what that means, boy? But shucks! I'm forgettin' times has changed.
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