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Come summer, he shell hev a run or two on Her every week. Mother 'n me hes got to make up to him for what he loses in not bein' strong an' like other chillren. Mother she's disposed to spile him jest a leetle. But dear me! what a fustrate fault that is in a woman! She did look good in that ere red neck-tie, to-night, an' she was always pretty."
"There's nothin' like tongue fried in bear's grease." "No, no, Dawkins," said Mr Dicey. "Hallo! Davy; bring the 'ams. Bear's 'ams are considered fustrate heatin'." "No, don't bring the hams," shouted Jim Croft, "fetch the tongue; that's the thing for supper of a cold night fetch the tongue, lad." "Hold your own tongue," shouted Davy, in reply, as he went off amid the laughter of his comrades.
She twisted her big head round on the pillow to get sight of the girl. "I'm all right, now; and don't you mind what I said. It's just my misery talkin'; I don't know what I did say; I felt so bad. But I'm fustrate, now, and I believe I could drop off to sleep, this minute. Why don't you go to your tea? You can, just as well as not!" "Oh, I don't want to go, now, Mrs. Lander; I'd ratha stay."
I am going to ask Pa, to let me take him to the house, and have a nurse for him, and bring him up like a white child, and never let him know that he is colored." Miriam shook her head doubtfully; and Camilla, looking disappointed, said, "Don't you like my plan?" "Laws, honey, it would be fustrate, but your Pa wouldn't hear to it."
'Mas' May and Miss May, ma'am. 'Mrs. Powder, Missee Hazel and all de rest! added Dingee. 'Spect dere ain't a livin' soul won't be there, time I get back. Miss Fisher, she done ask for Mas' Rollo. But I'se learnin' to tell the truf fustrate. 'What is the truth about me, Dingee? asked that gentleman. 'I should be glad to hear it.
The Poor Relation, even, has warmed into a filial feeling towards him, and on his last birthday made him a beautiful present, namely, a very handsomely bound copy of Blair's celebrated poem, "The Grave." The young man John is still, as he says, "in fustrate fettle."
Gee Whittekers, say Geography, or Spelling, or Arithmetic; and instead of 'I swan, say 'I study! What do you think of this plan?" "Fustrate!" exclaimed Bubble, nodding his head enthusiastically. "I like fustrate! Ge-ography! Why, that sounds just like pie! I I don't mean that, Miss Hildy. I didn't mean to say it, nohow! It kind o' slipped out, ye know."
The Poor Relation, even, has warmed into a filial feeling towards him, and on his last birthday made him a beautiful present, namely, a very handsomely bound copy of Blair's celebrated poem, "The Grave." The young man John is still, as he says, "in fustrate fettle."
There ain't much smell outer peanuts 'thout they're cookin'. Mis' Yorke, she's a master hand to roast peanuts, does 'em jes' to a turn, an' then ye can smell 'em clear down to the beach, an' fustrate it is, too. I'd rather smell 'em than all the fine parfumery things they puts up in bottles." "What about the peanuts?" urged Jim. "Then how did you know, an' what did you do? Hurry up."
He had a face like a terra-cotta image, a long lank figure, faded old clothes, and a whining voice." "He told me that he had no 'woman, and that I had no 'man, a condition that he evidently considered deplorable. He assured me that I suited him 'fustrate; that his children 'sot gret store by me, and 'liked my victuals; and that he thought a 'heap' of my little boy.
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