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I could see that Colonel Tom believed in him, too. They was both sicking their intellects onto the job of figgering out how it was Lucy didn't know. Finally the doctor says very thoughtful: "Whatever became of Prentiss McMakin, Tom?" "Dead," says Colonel Tom, "quite a while ago." "H-m," says the doctor, still thinking hard. And then looks at Colonel Tom like they was an idea in his head.
Don't you want to come and help me cook?" He was smiling down at her pleasantly. "I hate cooking." Judy's voice was cold. She hoped he would go away. Launcelot leaned against a tree to discuss the question. "Oh," he said. "I don't hate it. It's rather a fine art, you know." "Anybody can cook," murmured Judy with decision. "H-m. Can you, little girl?" Judy sat up at that.
"Now if I could afford it," he went on, "I should pack you off on a trip round the world. That would not only amuse you royally but afford you a liberal education into the bargain; but I haven't the money to do that just now, I'm afraid. Some more modest entertainment must be found. H-m!
Her hands went out to him in mute appeal. "Please, Pierre don't!" "Is something troubling you, Jack?" "You are breaking my heart." "Why, by no means! Let's sit here calmly and chat about the girl with the yellow hair. To begin with she's rather pleasant to look at, don't you think?" "I suppose she is." "H-m! rather poor taste not to be sure of it. Well, let it go.
Sam said he had "gone ten mile and never got a sight of that blamed river." Guy swore they had gone forty miles, and didn't believe there was any such river. "What kind o' country did you see?" "Nothin' but burned land and rocks." "H-m, you went too far west was runnin' parallel with Beaver River." "Now, Blackhawk, give an account of yourself to Little Beaver," said Woodpecker.
What shall we say of her people in general?" "Speaking for my surgeon," observed Billie, "doesn't she argue a rather high degree of development?" The others were plainly willing for the doctor to take the lead. He rubbed his knuckles harder than ever as he considered Billie's suggestion. "A higher degree of development? H-m! Not easy to say.
"H-m That means she could think a whole lot of Withrow and not let on, Joe?" I tried to look at Maurice like my oldest brother used to look at me sometimes when he tried to make me feel that I was a very green kid indeed, and said, "Well, if she's the kind to care for a man like Withrow, all I've got to say is that she'll deserve all she'll get. He's no good." "That may be, but how's she to know?
Birds were beginning to sing, their notes breaking the silence of the place in sharp thrills. Then she studied her companion. Finally, she laughed aloud. "Lawrence," she said gaily. He turned and sat up, yawning drowsily. "What is it?" he demanded. "We are certainly the primitive pair." "H-m, I suppose. Anyhow, I feel better for my sleep."
To the "Good-day" of the boys Caleb made no reply, but turned as they left and asked, "Whar ye camped?" "On the knoll by the creek in Raften's swamp." "H-m, maybe I'll come an' see ye." "All right," Sam called out; "follow the blazed trail from the brush fence." "Why, Sam," said Yan, as soon as they were out of hearing, "there isn't any blazed trail; why did you say that?"
Brooks looked at O'Donnell, rubbed his chin and scratched his head, then looked at O'Donnell again. "Why, I suppose it all comes under the usual risk of fishing vessels. I suppose so but h-m it will be pretty risky, won't it? But let me see wait a moment now there's the President inside, and Mr. Emerson, too he's a director." He went inside, and we could see that they were talking it over.
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