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We would teach them a little better than that, and show them what to do." "I have lived near you long enough," grumbled a deep-red Beet in the next bed; "and you have never taught me; neither shall you, if I can help it. A pretty instructor you would be, who think it ridiculous to be red! I suppose you can't grow red yourself, and so abuse the colour out of spite.
He stopped when he saw the Indian, stared contemptuously at the quarry of the morning chase, made a scornful remark about "rat-eater," and went on toward the wigwam, probably to peer in, but the Indian's slow, clear, "keep away!" changed his plan. He grumbled something about "copper-coloured tramp," and started away in the direction of the nearest farmhouse. Rolf Kittering and the Soldier Uncle
"But you've only got to put the baskets in the cart," I argued. "Only got to put the baskets in the cart!" grumbled Ike. "Hark at him!" "That's what you've been doing," I continued. "What I've been doing!" he said. "I'm sorry for the poor horse if you had the loading up. A cart ain't a wagon." "Well, I know that," I said, "a wagon has four wheels, and a cart two." "Send I may live," cried Ike.
Can't you find yore way to the hotel in the dark? That crack on the topknot didn't blind you, did it?" "I lost something," explained Luke Tweezy. "When I fell down most all my money slipped out of my pocket." "I'll get you a lantern then," grumbled the proprietor.
Recollect where we are." "Oh, all right," grumbled Archie. "I know it's only a false alarm." "False alarm or no, the Major was half dressed before I came on here." "Oh, all right," grumbled Archie again; "I'll manage. Pete," he whispered, "try to get me a cup of coffee." "Who's that?" cried the Captain. "Sergeant, sir Ripsy," came in that non-com's deep, important voice. "Well, what's up?"
"After lunch?" repeated Belle. "This will be before lunch the getting ready." "Oh, you know what I mean," Lottie grumbled. "It makes one's hands so horrid to handle cooking things." "Were you going to paddle?" asked Cora, innocently. "I was going to try," admitted Lottie. "Then your hands will be in better shape from some active work," Cora added, mischievously.
"No, just an asteroid," Tom grumbled. "He'll never know how close he came to getting a space boot in the face when he woke us up this morning. Oh, man! Was I tired!" "Stop complaining, will you?" snarled Roger. "All I've heard from you two space crawlers is gripes and complaints." "If I wasn't so tired, Roger," said Astro, "I'd give you something to gripe about. A flat lip!"
It seems as if they'd been gone for a month. They must have been preparing for this siege for weeks. Where the thunder are they hiding in the jungle somewhere, of course?" "Oh, of course," Honey assented. "I miss the boys, too," he mourned, "I used to have a frolic with them every morning before I left and every night when I got home." "And it's all so uncomfortable living alone," Ralph grumbled.
'Twas all moonshine his talk, to make me trust him for bed and grub, and a blamed fool I've bin doin' so, grumbled Mosk. 'The pockets were turned inside out, though. 'Oh, they was, was they, Mr Inspector? Well, that does look queer. But if there was any light-fingered business to be done, I dessay them gipsies hev somethin' to do with it. 'Did the man go to the gipsy camp on Sunday night?
After that he held on for a while, breaking the bread of life to a skedaddling flock, and then he bolted. The next known of him, three years later, he enlisted in your regiment, a smart but seedy recruit, smelling strongly of whisky." "I wish I smelt half as strong of it myself," grumbled Wallis. "It might keep out the swamp fever." "That's the true story of Col.
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