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On the return to Winthrop Will was seated beside his father, and as they drew near the college town Mr. Phelps, who was not to stop, but was at once going home, said: "Well, Will, what of the year? It's done now." "Yes," responded Will simply. "It's not been so bad." "What about the Greek?" "Oh, Splinter's not half-bad either," laughed Will. "I think I'll go down and see him before I come home."
Her next letter was written in Edinburgh, where she declared she intended to stay for some time. Maximus Grant was in Edinburgh with his little brother, who was under the care and treatment of an eminent surgeon living there. "The poor little laddie is dying," she said, "but I am able to help him over many bad hours, and Max is not half-bad, that is, he might be worse if left to himself. Heigh-ho!
"Takes to ut like a duck to water," said Long Jack, a grizzly-chinned, long-lipped Galway man, bending to and fro exactly as Manuel had done. Disko in the cabin growled up the hatchway, and they could hear him suck his pencil. "Wan hunder an' forty-nine an' a half-bad luck to ye, Discobolus!" said Long Jack. "I'm murderin' meself to fill your pockuts. Slate ut for a bad catch.
Those who are left here will fire only at intervals, so that when we open from the rear the enemy will believe that the major part of our men are there. Naturally they will present their strongest front there. Then you can take them by surprise from this side." "By Jove!" ejaculated Captain Anderson. "That's not a half-bad idea." "It's a good idea," said Hal. "It shall be acted upon at once.
"I should say that isn't a half-bad stipend to draw for your first half-day pursuit of the nimble cart-wheel of commerce," Parker suggested. Mrs. Parker pursed her lips comically. "The boy is clever, John. I knew it the moment I met him this morning. Felicitations, Don Miguel.
It wasn't half-bad in winter when the afternoons were short, but now that spring had arrived, there were so many delightful demands on a boy's time. He counted the coins in his pocket, and made a mental calculation of the number of papers actually needed. "Give me all you've got," he demanded of the astonished delicatessen proprietor.
"A hazing party isn't a half-bad idea, is it?" said Georgia Ames, reflectively. "It's got us all acquainted a lot faster than anything else would, I guess, even if there wasn't any food." "Considering that we've done everything else, you children might find the food " began one of the ghosts, but a bell in the corridor interrupted her.
She ate the sandwiches, he the while watching her with amused sympathy in his swarthy countenance. "You ain't half-bad at the chuck-wagon, Miss Messiter," he told her. She stopped, the sandwich part way to her mouth. "I don't remember your face. I've met so many people since I came to the Lazy D. Still, I think I should remember you." He immediately relieved of duty her quasi apology.
"That's regularly splendid, father." Jasper tossed his dark hair back from his forehead, and his eyes sparkled. "Oh, can't we go out right away and begin to buy the presents?" "I shouldn't think that idea was a half-bad one," said old Mr. King. "What do you say, Mrs. Fisher? If we are going to send the box, why isn't it best to begin the work at once?
"You act as chairman, Mr. Perry." "I am elected by Bud, there being no opposition," announced the owner of the Catwhisker. "Now, what is the question, Hal?" "I'll put it this way," the latter replied: "Resolved, that mathematics is more useful to a detective than a flashlight or a skeleton key." "That isn't half-bad at all," declared Cub in the midst of general laughter and applause.
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