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Toad. Have you seen any fat beetles this morning?" "No," said Old Mr. Toad grumpily, and yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Why," exclaimed Jimmy Skunk, "I believe you have just waked up!" "What if I have?" demanded Old Mr. Toad. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all, Mr. Toad," replied Jimmy Skunk, "only you are the second one I've met this morning who had just waked up." "Who was the other?" asked Old Mr.
"First catch your common-sensed girl," muttered Jephson, a little grumpily, as it seemed to me. "Where do you propose finding her?" "Well," returned MacShaughnassy, "I looked to find her in Miss Medbury." As a rule, the mention of Miss Medbury's name brings a flush of joy to Jephson's face; but now his features wore an expression distinctly approaching a scowl. "Oh!" he replied, "did you?
At this point Maurice insisted, and Edith sneaked out to the back entry and telephoned Johnny Bennett: "Come over, lazybones, and take some exercise!" John came, with leaps and bounds, so to speak, and Maurice said, grumpily: "What do you lug Johnny in for?" Dale, now? ... Did he go to her house yesterday?"
And it came upon her now, as emergency's stiff breeze blew the cobwebs from her brain, the occasion of the second time, sandwiched in between that zero day when he had dragged her up a snow-bank, the youth who saved her addressing him as Dad, and the smiling June one when he lay on a fernbed before his lake-shore camp, grumpily fishing.
He sat grumpily cross-legged on the ground, encircled by our horses, droning a song of two notes, touching the string quickly with the flat lower part of his fingers. We left him very suddenly because the darkness comes quickly in those hills, so we made for the high-road as hard as we could.
"But, what did you see after all?" she asked; "you haven't told us a word yet." "Oh, don't speak about it, ma'am," he replied grumpily. "It's a regular swindle." "But, what did you see?" she repeated, knowing his manner, and that he was not put out with her, at all events. "I want to know." "See?" echoed the Captain, snorting out the word somehow with suppressed indignation.
When her father was ready to depart for his office in the Hastings Block the most imposing office building in Remsen City, Jane announced a change of mind. "I'll ride, instead," said she. "I need the exercise, and the day isn't too warm." "All right," said Martin Hastings grumpily. He soon got enough of anyone's company, even of his favorite daughter's.
It's too late to go home, and I'll stay here. Then you'll be measurably certain that I can't escape. May I see the tip end of the club?" "No," said Ford grumpily. "You don't deserve it. Go to bed and store up a head of steam that will carry you through the hardest day's work you ever hoped to do. Good night."
"They don't, goose," said Mollie grumpily, as she pulled at the tire. "I didn't say anything about wild animals, did I? Only we have to ride about two miles through the woods before we get to the lodge and I must say I didn't want to do that in the dark." "But there is some sort of road, isn't there?" asked Grace. Mollie, bending over the lifting jack, shot her a withering glance.
Thus, by the commonest artifice of the trade, having gained your interest, the action of the story will now be suspended, leaving you grumpily to consider a sort of dull biography beginning fifteen years before. When old Jacob was young Jacob he was a breaker boy in a Pennsylvania coal mine.
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