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Their coats are not worth a penny till old winter gets at them and makes them thick and strong. My, but they were a fine bunch! If I can catch half of them next winter, I can buy a whole herd of reindeer and become a reindeer man. But what have we here? Ho-ho! So this is what they were making such a fuss about! Old Long Neck's nest!
With this he skipped down the steps as nimbly as a two-year-old, slamming the gate behind him to secure his retreat; and Nellie could hear his hearty "Ho-ho!" as he went along the parade towards Portsmouth. "What a tiresome man the Captain is!" she exclaimed petulantly, on returning to the drawing-room, where Mrs Gilmour had remained with Bob.
And weighed and measured 'em, Johnnie, think o' the impudence o' that! Yes, and they've weighed the Sun, and taken the measure o' the Moon! Also, there's the comets, which're called after the men who first find 'em. And, oh, think what it's like t' have yer name tied t' the tail o' a comet for a million years! Ho-ho! ho-ho! That's an honor! Ye never own the comet, still 'tis yours!" "My!
"All right," I said resignedly, "let the dream go on; I'm in no hurry." "Prithee what dream?" "What dream? Why, the dream that I am in Arthur's court a person who never existed; and that I am talking to you, who are nothing but a work of the imagination." "Oh, la, indeed! and is it a dream that you're to be burned to-morrow? Ho-ho answer me that!" The shock that went through me was distressing.
"Twenty-five milrays a day; that is to say, a quarter of a cent." The smith's face beamed with joy. He said: "With us they are allowed the double of it! And what may a mechanic get carpenter, dauber, mason, painter, blacksmith, wheelwright, and the like?" "On the average, fifty milrays; half a cent a day." "Ho-ho! With us they are allowed a hundred!
"No," said another, "the bulk might be only the coil of your apron, ho-ho." "Whisper to us," asked the large woman, "who the foxer is. Keep the news will we." "Who but the scamp of the Parson?" replied Ben. "What a sow of a hen." By such means Ben shifted his offense.
In so doing he brought to light the envelope in the lad's inner coat pocket. Just an instant later, the wretch snatched the folded sheet from the envelope, spread the paper open and held it up to the light. "Ho-ho!" sneered the rascal, "an order authorizing you to cause my arrest? This disposes of your case, then, young Mr. Benson!"
Schwandorf, tongue loosened a bit by his kümmel, chuckled. "Ho-ho! The woman? Leave her, of course, when she had served my purpose. Why bother about a woman here and there?" "I see." McKay's face, indistinct in the gloom, was unreadable, but his tone had a caustic edge. Schwandorf laughed again. "You are fresh from the woman-worshiping United States and you disapprove.
"Confound me, he is making a dressing-room of my quarter-deck and at quarters, too which is the same as parade. Hither, sirrah; ho-ho, my young gentleman. Young gentleman, truly a conceited little bastard!"
Once upon a time, then, Master Whitebird was teetering on a rose-bush, ruffling his beautiful white feathers and singing little bits of poetry about himself to any one who would listen. "Ho-ho, ho-hee, Just look at me!" he piped, and cocked his little eyes about in every direction, to see who might be admiring his wondrous whiteness.
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