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No, no, Rachel, I'd like fust-rate to eat another bushel or so to please you, but somethin' that still, small voice we're always readin' about, or somethin' seems to tell me 'twouldn't be good jedgment. . . . Um-hm. . . . 'Twouldn't be good jedgment. . . . Cal'late it's right, too. . . . Yes, yes, yes."
I acknowledged the compliment, but gently rebuked the expression. "Fust-rate," "prime," "a prime article," "a superior piece of goods," "a handsome garment," "a gent in a flowered vest," all such expressions are final. They blast the lineage of him or her who utters them, for generations up and down.
Stevie D. had curly hair like that and HE was part Portygee, you remember; though there was a little nigger blood in him, too, she says. I could have shook her! And then she went to rattlin' that bag again." Even Mr. Keeler congratulated him at the office next morning. "You done well, Al," he said. "Yes yes yes. You done fust-rate, fust-rate."
We'd come up the woods behind the house, and while Joe was foragin', I took are connoissance. The view was fust-rate, for the main part of it was a girl airin' beds on the roof of a stoop. Now, jest about that time, havin' a leisure spell, I'd begun to think of marryin', and took a look at all the girls I met, with an eye to business.
What do you think of our young Iris? I began. Fust-rate little filly;-he said. Pootiest and nicest little chap I've seen since the schoolma'am left. Schoolma'am was a brown-haired one, eyes coffee-color. This one has got wine-colored eyes, 'n' that 's the reason they turn a fellah's head, I suppose. This is a splendid blonde, I said, the other was a brunette. Which style do you like best?
"I know it aint; but, you see, the judge he pays me liberal, and he gives me a fust-rate house and garden, and the liberty of his own orchards and vineyards, and a great many other privileges besides, and he expects me to 'commodate him in turn by doing of little things as isn't exactly in the line of my duty," answered Gray.
'I'm speaking, I can see, to a man of eddication. I'm a fust-rate judge of character, though I be but a pavement artist; but a picture's none the less a picture, no matter where it is drawn. That's true, ain't it? 'Quite true. A horse is a horse, and an ass is an ass, no matter what stable you put them into.
This was overgrown at the top with cedars and brushwood, forming something of a cave, ten or twelve feet wide and twice as deep, the bottom of which was of rock and fairly smooth. "I camped here two winters ago," said John Barrow, as he called a halt. "I laced up the cedars above and they formed a fust-rate roof." "I guess they are pretty well laced still," observed Dick.
"I'd like to fust-rate if you won't be too much ashamed of me." "Then it's settled, isn't it? The service begins at a quarter to eleven. We will leave here at half-past ten." The captain shaved with extra care that morning, donned spotless linen, including a "stand-up" collar which he detested brushed his frock-coat and his hair with great particularity, and gave Edwards his shoes to clean.
But when there's anything goin' on that needs a head, they're both right on deck. "He don't let his wife worry about things a great deal; he's got a fust-rate of a housekeeper, but I guess old Mis' Vostrand keeps the housekeeper, as you may say.
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