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He was a gossipy soul, and more than once his tongue had got him into trouble. "You was sayin' " suggested the cowboy. " that they're good spenders, as the fellow says," amended the bartender, to be on the safe side. "When I usta know 'em they had a mighty cute little trick pony name was Chiquito, seems to me. Ever hear 'em mention it?" "They was fussin' about that horse to-day.
Anyhow, they had young ones in that nest early in the summer." "You bad boy! How dare you rob a bird's nest? God will punish you for that!" Her eyes blazed with wrath at the thoughtless deed of the lad. "Ach," he answered boldly, "what's the use fussin' 'bout a dinky bird's egg? You make me sick, Manda. Cry about it now! Oh, the poor little birdie lost its egg," he whined in falsetto voice.
I've done my work without fussin', an' you've seen me in a pinch or two; an' yet this very mornin' you intimated than I 'd risk Barbie on a pony she couldn't ride. The' ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for that child, but you don't understand her, an' if you go on in your high-handed way with her you 're in for the sorrow o' your life mark my words." "Here's your money.
"Why don't you let me bring you a piece of fruit cake an' a glass of milk?" "It would taste kinder good." Although he had no wish for the food, the solicitude that accompanied the suggestion was just then very soothing. "We could cook you somethin'," Jane said, rising. "No, no," broke out the man impatiently. "Don't go fussin'. I don't want much. Just get me anything you have handy."
Last thing I know of was fussin' with Gid Himes and Shade Buckheath about my silver ore. By Joe! I bet they got that stuff when I was took Johnnie, was I took sudden?" He seated himself on the lush, ancient, deep-rooted dooryard grass where, a half-hour gone, he had knelt, a harmless lunatic, playing mumblety peg. Half reluctantly Johnnie sank down beside him.
She kept things a-runnin' while she was alive." "Yes, she was a fine woman, Margaret Bohun was." "An' they ain't no doubt about it, Sam had money into the bank when she died. But ever sinst then it's been all go out and no come in with him. He keeps fussin' and fussin' with them inventions of his, but no one ever heard tell of his gettin' anything out of 'em."
Many of us was your sincere frends, and thought certin parties amung us was fussin about you and meddlin with your consarns intirely too much. But J. Davis, the minit you fire a gun at the piece of dry- goods called the Star-Spangled Banner, the North gits up and rises en massy, in defence of that banner. Not agin you as individooals, not agin the South even but to save the flag.
'Sam, says I, as he was fussin' round, 'the Scriptur' says, Sam's a deacon in the church, an' I thought mebbe a little Scriptur' would fetch him, and keep the price down, 'the Scriptur' says, Whatever a man can get, therewith let him be content; an' I take it the moral of that is, make the best of a bad bargain.
When I went away from here you was fussin' with the school-teachers because they said this whole earth was once under water, an' now I find you cuttin' around an' linin' out missionary-preachers because you ain't suited with the way the Bible was wrote. It looks to me as if you ought to get old enough sometime to realize 'at you ain't nothin' but a child.
'E's been doin' nothin' but good ever since 'e came 'ere, which m'appen partly from 'is not bein' married. If 'e'd gotten a wife, the place would a' been awsome different. Not but wot 'e ain't a bit cranky over 'is, flowers 'isself. But I'd rather 'ave 'im fussin' round than a petticut arter me.
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