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"I did not think these things when I saw her though I suppose I felt them unconsciously. I have reached this way of summing her up by processes of exclusion and inclusion. One hears of her, as you know yourself, and one thinks her over." "You have thought her over?" "A lot," rather grumpily.
"I wish the 'sometime' would come soon, then," I said, rather grumpily. "You know it hasn't really rained for three days," protested Kate. "It's been damp and horrid and threatening, but it hasn't rained. I defy you to say that it has actually rained." "When it's so wet underfoot that you can't stir out without rubber boots it might as well be wet overhead too," I said, still grumpily.
"I never said a word about bathing, Mas'r Harry," he responded rather grumpily. "I said, Let's try 'em. I say if we had a big hook and line, Mas'r Harry," he continued, with a broadly comical grin, "and baited with nice fat little niggers, what sport we should have." "Nice fun for the little niggers as you call them, Tom," I said. "Yes, it wouldn't be very nice for them, Mas'r Harry.
Just think of his chaser coming right in here and not seeing the oiler in the fog. Tough luck!" "Say!" queried Ikey, "what did you hear, Whistler?" "Just about what you did," returned the older lad. "Nothing much." "What are we going to do?" demanded Torry. "Pay our bills and go to the train. It is almost time," said Whistler rather grumpily. And this they did.
But Mrs. Lovell, she settled the case a lady, Farmer Wainsby, with your leave. There's the good of having a lady present on the field. That's due to a lady!" "Happen she was at the bottom of it," the farmer returned Stephen's nod grumpily. "How did it end, Stephen, my lad?" said Butcher Billing, indicating a "never mind him."
That was very kind of Betsy Butterfly. Mrs. Ladybug was no friend of hers. Indeed, Mrs. Ladybug had often found fault with Betsy for being too pleasure-loving. But Betsy Butterfly was not one of the kind that nurses grudges. She was only too glad to do Mrs. Ladybug a favor. Mrs. Ladybug thanked her albeit somewhat grumpily.
He looked for all the world like a turkey buzzard, eagerly hanging over offal, and it was evident from his expression, that he had not missed a word of the reading. "There is some one in the outer office," I said, and John rose and went out. "Good morning, Mr. Saunders," said an unpleasantly soft and cringing voice. "Good morning," said John, somewhat grumpily, "what is it you want?"
"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.
"Of course, it's a mistake or else that big clock's wrong," declared Nan Sherwood. "No fear of a railroad clock's being wrong," said her chum, grumpily. "That old time table was wrong. They're always wrong. No more sense to a time table than there is to a syncopated song.
'And don't you egg him on, Mole, when you know what he is; but please tell us as soon as possible what the position is, and what's best to be done, now that Toad is back at last. 'The position's about as bad as it can be, replied the Mole grumpily; 'and as for what's to be done, why, blest if I know!
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