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By the great hokey-pokey! they couldn't keep it up a minute when their wives came. They knew 'em too well. They just bulged in without rhyme or rule. Every woman went for her husband and told him to pack up and go home. Some of 'em the artful kind begged and wheedled and cried; said they were so tired wanted their sweethearts again.
George and his friends to that far-away house in McDougle Street with the hokey-pokey man outside the door entered with the poetry of deference; and if, as he bent low, there was a lift and droop of his eyelids which tokened utter bewilderment, not to say agitation, he was careful that the prince should not see that. "Her Highness, the Princess of Yaque, Mrs. Hastings, Mr.
"What?" he said, perplexed. "A rose. They are five cents, and hokey-pokey costs that much I mean, for as much as you can eat." "Do you really want a rose?" he said amused. But the child fell shy, and he beckoned the Greek and selected a dozen big, perfumed jacks. Then, as the child sat silent, her ragged arms piled with roses, he asked her jestingly what else she desired. "Nothing.
They left a hottish taste in his mouth; they had not been quite up to his anticipation, indeed, and it was with a sense of relief that he turned to the "hokey-pokey" cart which stood close at hand, laden with square slabs of "Neapolitan ice-cream" wrapped in paper. He thought the ice-cream would be cooling, but somehow it fell short of the desired effect, and left a peculiar savour in his throat.
"Heigh?" exclaimed Levin. "By smoke!" the man remarked again, with a very ardent emphasis. "You must have been in Prencess Anne," Levin said, "to swar 'by smoke." The ill-raised man, with such an inferior head and cranish neck, now slipped around to the front of Levin and looked down on him, and whispered: "Hokey-pokey!"
"I'll tell you one thing," said Siward, laughing "I'm rich enough to buy all the hokey-pokey you can eat!" and he glanced meaningly at the pedlar of that staple who had taken station between a vender of peaches and a Greek flower-seller. The child looked, too, but made no comment. "How about it?" asked Siward. "I'd rather have something to remember you by," said the girl innocently.
He went down the high flight of steps from the boardwalk to rest awhile in the shade of one of the tents. Although it was not yet 11 o'clock, several people in bathing suits were making for the sea. A little goat wagon with children aboard was passing the tents, and after it came the cart of the "hokey-pokey" peddler, drawn by a donkey that wore without complaint a decorated straw bathing hat.
Now, for a little hokey-pokey; I think I'll git in thar myself, an' let Joe sell t'other feller fur a nigger."
No. 19 McDougle Street had been chosen as a likely market by a "hokey-pokey" man, who had wheeled his cart to the curb before the entrance. There, despite Mrs. Hastings' coach-man's peremptory appeal, he continued to dispense stained ice-cream to the little denizens of No. 19 and the other houses in the row.
"I jess got 'em, Jimmy," interjected Jack Wonnell, with his peculiar wink and leer, "caze Roxy's the belle of Prencess Anne, and I'm the bell-crown. She's my little queen, and I ain't ashamed of her." "Courtin' niggers, air you!" Jimmy exclaimed, collaring Jack again. "Now whar did you go all day Sunday with Levin Dennis and the nigger buyer? What hokey-pokey wair you up to?" "Mr.
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