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Gie's a haud o' yer han'. I bide i' that wee hoosie down at the brig, atween the dam and the Glamour, ye ken. Ye'll haud me aff o' the stanes?" "Ay will I." answered Annie confidently. "I could gang my lane, but I'm growin some auld noo, and I'm jist raither feared for fa'in'." "What garred ye think it was me I never spak till ye afore?" asked Annie, as they walked on together.
"Hit's wuth while his growin' up ter know thet he wasn't fathered by no craven, ner yit borne by a woman thet faltered," answered Parish Thornton; then he set Hump Doane's rifle in the corner and took out his own with the particularity of a man who, for a vital task, dares trust no tool save that with which he is most familiar. When he had gone Dorothy sat down in her chair again.
I see be his face Spoort Hinnissy was growin' excited. 'Sure, says he, 'there's nawthin' like it, he says. 'Martin, he says, 'I'll challenge ye to race, he says. 'So ye will, says I. 'So ye will, I says. 'Will ye do it? says he.
Without waiting for permission, the jovial Irishman at once began: "Oh! it's 'baccy as is my chief joy, At mornin', noon and night; An' it's verily my belief, boy, That I love it with all my might. If your liver an' lungs are squeakin', An' your head is growin' cracky, There's nothin' so sure to kill or cure, As fumes o' the strongest 'baccy."
If I was a sinikitin feller like you, I wouldn't hector folks that had made out to grow some." "Speakin' o' growin'," said Steve Webster, "who do you guess I seen in Boston, when I was workin' there? That tall Swatkins girl from the Duck Pond, the one that married Dan Robinson. It was one Sunday, in the Catholic meetin'-house.
And I pointed with the top of my umberel at a weed growin' by the side of the road, and sez I, "When you tell me jest how that weed draws out of the back ground jest the ingredients she needs to make her blue foretop, and her green gown, then I'll tell you all about this secret that Nater holds back from us a spell, but will reveel to us when the time comes."
"If that's all you might aisy enough ha' seen the big hat goin' the road but have you the notion it's growin' on Nelly's head? Why, you omadhawn, you hadn't quit ten minyits last night, and Nelly was just after gettin' back, when who should come by but poor Mad Bell.
'It's about my Mike, sir, began Mrs Halloran, in a lachrymose voice, and paused to dab her eyes with a corner of her apron. 'Which I'm sure, sir, we ought to be very grateful to you for all your kindness and the trouble you're takin', and so says the boy's father. For he's growin' up more of a handful every day, and how to manage him passes our wits.
"He's a most wonderful man, yo' uncle!" whispered the colored man to Sam afterward. "Fust t'ing yo' know he'll be growin' corn in de com crib already shucked!" and he laughed softly to himself. On and on over the mighty Atlantic bounded the steamer. One day was very much like another, excepting that on Sundays there was a religious service, which nearly everybody attended.
We ha'e a pack o' godless young folk growin' up that need the blue beech gad, every one o' them, an' if Maister Cameron was ta'en Ah'm no sayin' what they'd do!" Duncan had turned and was looking down the hill at a rapidly approaching figure. His companion followed the direction of his gaze. "Man, is yon Peter McNabb?" he inquired in amazement. The feeling was quite natural.
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