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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Good-mornin'," he observed, pleasantly. He cast about him and discovered the man's lariat, which he picked up and overran with one hand until he had loosened the noose. "You-all are some sizable," he remarked, in conversational tones, "an' like enough you eats me up, if I gets clost enough to tie you. Hands up!"
The woman's large mouth expanded in a smile, which, though correct enough, betrayed the self-satisfaction which pervaded her being. She was youngish-looking, and not as ugly as Miss Carter's bald description had implied. "Good-mornin'," She drawled. "I had a mind to set up for you last night, but I was tired. You like to get up early, don't you? It's just six.
'Morning, mum, he said, with a stiff-necked nod at Mrs. Jenny. 'Good-mornin', Mr. Bubb, said the old lady. Ichabod beamed at this sudden and unexpected ceremonial of title, and straightened his back. 'You 'm afoot early, mum. 'Why, yes. But it's such a beautiful morning; it's a shaame to lie abed a time like this.
She hitched her burden up on her left hip and curved her body to the right. "I'm a-gwine to put up thar, an' I'll see. The Bradleys 'll think quar ef I don't put up with them, I reckon; but I'm gwine to try hotellin' fer once. Right now it's in my line uv business. Good-mornin'; I don't owe you anything nothin' in the money way, I mean.
In her haste to get to the windows and see the world from the sky, she had secured her hair very imperfectly, and Droop was favored with a charming display of bright locks, picturesquely disarranged. "Good-mornin', Cousin Phoebe," he said, with his suavest manner. "Good-morning, Mr. Droop," Phoebe replied. "Where are we? Is everything all right?"
"I hope you will be a better and more talented man, my boy," he said, "but always remember my most ardent wish is to see you a truly good man, a Christian, serving God with all your powers." At this moment a voice behind them said, "Good-mornin', cap'n. I'se got a lettah hyah for you, sah." "Ah, good-morning, Ben, and thank you for bringing it," said the captain, turning round to receive it.
I'd go all I'm worth in the world an' by my sowl, double as much for the same man." "I know that, Frank, an' I thank you; but I could put security in Mr. Rogerson's hands, here, if it was wanted. Good-mornin' an' thank you both, gintleman.
"Good-mornin' to ye, Jimmy Bourke," said he each morning, and after that uttered no word until the evening, when it was, "Good-night to ye, Jimmy Bourke," with a final rap, rap, rap of his pipe. The cook, a thin-faced, sly man, with a penchant for the Police Gazette, secretly admired him. "Luk' out for th' Rough Red; he'll do ye!" he would whisper hoarsely when he passed the silent scaler.
She was tall and narrow-shouldered, but heavy-hipped; her black skirt flounced as she walked. She stopped in front of Lois, and looked at her hesitatingly. Lois arose. "Good-mornin'," said the woman. Her voice was gentle; she cleared her throat a little after she spoke. "Good-morning," returned Lois, faintly. "Is Mis' Maxwell to home?" Lois stared at her. "Is Mis' Maxwell to home?
The man caught sight of the Parson at the window, and set down his tools inside the gate shovel and pick and biddicks. "Good-mornin'! I may come inside, I suppose?" says he, in a gruff tone of voice. He came up the path and the Parson unlatched the window, which was one of the long sort reaching down to the ground. "My name's Bligh," said the visitor, gruff as before. "You're the Parson, eh?
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