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What fool's cut a Bible?" "Ah, there!" said Morgan. "There! Wot did I say? No good'll come o' that, I said." "Well, you've about fixed it now, among you," continued Silver. "You'll all swing now, I reckon. What soft-headed lubber had a Bible?" "It was Dick," said one. "Dick, was it? Then Dick can get to prayers," said Silver. "He's seen his slice of luck, has Dick, and you may lay to that."
Harding had already promised if the boys worked well to make a nice supper for them. "An' we'll have the girls," said Lot. "Oh, what good'll they be at a stump burnin'?" demanded young Baker, ungallantly. "Lots o' good. They allus want good times, too," said Lot, standing up for his sisters manfully. "You have no sisters, an' that's why you don't want 'em." "They'll be in the way.
"I'll go straight to one of those jewelry stores, rue Royale, and fill my pockets and come home with my hands full of diamonds." "What good'll that do you?" "What good? I'll bury them back there in the court and wait. I'll need them in the end. D'you know what it'll mean, your revolution? Another system! When there's a system there are always men to be bought with diamonds.
You can leave the kid with 'Stashie, can't you, once in a while? She ought to be able to do that much, I should think." He spoke as though he had assigned to her the simplest possible of all domestic undertakings. As Lydia made no response, he said finally, before attacking a pile of papers, "If I'm going to earn a lot more money, what good'll it do us if you don't do your share?
"What good'll it do me to go back ther'? I was goin' down, down, an' bringin' th' others with me. What good'll it do you or the rest to hev me ther'? To make me afraid? It's poor learnin' frum fear. Who taught me what was right? Who cared? No man cared fur my soul, till I thieved 'n' robbed; 'n' then judge 'n' jury 'n' jailers was glad to pounce on me. Will yoh gev me a chance? will yoh?"
"I should say not," agreed his companion. "Hey! What's the matter?" called the constable. "Why don't you throw the water on the flames, instead of on the ground?" "Let's see you do it," was the angry answer. "We'll have to go around to the back, and throw the water on there," was the advice of a tall, lanky farmer. "What good'll that do?" "Wa'al, we can't do no good here."
He's all in pieces! 'I want the pieces! 'What good'll they do you? Are you goin' to eat him?" There were cries of horror now, even from Jessie; and the strange girl hid her face in her hands and began to sob again. Hal put his hand gently on her arm. "Mary," he pleaded, "it's not so bad at least they're getting the people out."
My aunt didn't like the way she signaled back to him. We watched them go, my aunt saying "No good'll come of that!" And no good did. All three of them came back excited and laughing.
But there was something else, too; and he made answer, 'I'll bide for the Confirmation. 'Eh? said John, 'what good'll that do ye? 'Help me to be a good lad, said Paul, who knew John Farden would not enter into any other explanation. 'Why, what'll they do to ye? 'The Bishop will put his hand on me and bless me, said Paul; and as he said the words there was hope and refreshment coming back.
You get little Mary away on the quiet and take her out for a stroll and act like a man. The job's finished now, and you won't get another chance like this. 'But how am I to get her out? I said. 'Never you mind. You be mooching round down by the big peppermint-tree near the river-gate, say about half-past ten. 'What good'll that do? 'Never you mind.
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