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"It's a funny-lookin' feller, the other feller," panted Milky. "He don't seem to have no head. Look! he's down they're both down! They must ha' clinched on the ground. No! they're up an' at it again.... Why, good Lord! I think the other's a woman!" "My oath! so it is!" yelled Sunlight. "Look! the brute's got her down again! He's kickin' her. Come on, chaps; come on, or he'll do for her!"
What makes him so red and fat? "These questions didn't make Father McGrath any paler. He laughed, of course, but not as if 'twas the funniest thing he ever heard. "'So you think I'm fat, do you, my boy? says he. "'Yes, I do, says Archibald. 'Fat and red and funny. Most as funny as the whisker man. I never saw such funny-lookin' people. "He commenced to point and holler and laugh.
And there's Parker Kent Usher and that funny-lookin' one with the little piece of whiskers under his underlip that Noble Dill got so mad at when they were calling, and Uncle Joe laughed about, and I don't know who all! Anyhow, there's an awful lot more than three, Aunt Julia." Julia looked down with little favour upon the talkative caller.
In a few moments the girl returned and quietly explained that a wandering musician had halted on the lawn and was performing on some sort of a wind instrument. "He's a bery funny-lookin' maan, Mr. Merriwell," grinned the girl. "He suttinly am wearin' de oddest clo'es Ah eber seen.
"Nay, I didn't take much notice." "Hoo was a funny-lookin' lass," pursued Jinny. "A bit silly, I think. Hoo stood an' hoo stared at us same as if we was wild beasts or summat." "Perhaps she wanted us to buy some of her cockles," remarked John, hurriedly volunteering the first explanation that came into his head. "Eh! very like hoo did.
They was two funny-lookin' old birds, too I'll say they was. They was about a hundred years old apiece and had long white whiskers like St. Peter, and, say, they talked a whole lot more than they dug. I guess they musta been workin' on that grave for a coupla weeks you know, ten minutes parlez-vous and then one shovela dirt.
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