United States or Tajikistan ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I marks the spot by a bowlder biggest bowlder I ever see on the slope o' the mounting." The instant this revelation passed his lips, regret seized him. "But ye ain't ter go thar 'thout me, ye onderstand, till we begins our work." "I ain't wantin' ter go," Nate protested. "I ain't sati'fied in my mind whether I'll ondertake ter holp or no.
"They had weavin' looms where they made rugs and things. I used to holp 'em tear rags and sew 'em an' make big balls and then they'd weave those rugs, rag rugs, you know. That's what we had to cover ourselves with. We didn't had no quilts nor sheets not nothin like that." "I 'member well when the war was on. I used to turn the corn sheller and sack the shelled corn for the Confederate soldiers.
"Pooh," he added, "we all know that it was an accident, but that doesn't help matters. We must have money, Van Holp even if you have to sell your wonderful watch." "Sell my mother's birthday present! Never! I will sell my coat, my hat, anything but my watch." "Come, come," said Jacob pleasantly, "we are making too much of this affair. We can go home and start again in a day or two."
Your mother and sister are pale with eagerness. Hilda is trembling, and dare not look up. Fly, Peter! The crowd has not gone deranged: it is only cheering. The pursuers are close upon you. Touch the white column! It beckons; it is reeling before you it "Huzza! Huzza! Peter has won the silver skates!" "PETER VAN HOLP!" shouted the crier. But who heard him?
'Pete ter holp dig an' tote ef the box be heavy. An' you ter find out edzac'ly whar it be hid. You uns an' Loralindy hev been keepin' company right smart, an' ye kin toll Loralindy along till she lets slip jes' whar that lily air growin'. I'll be bound ez she likes ye a sight better 'n that Renfrow leastwise ef 't warn't fur his letter, honeyin' her up with complimints, an' she hevin' the chance o' tollin' him on through doin' him sech faviors, savin' his life, an' now his money shucks it's mo' our money 'n his'n; 't ain 't his 'n!
She was not fool enough to overplay her hand, so her greeting was still disdainful, but when he tarried she did not send him away. It was, indeed, she who first referred to their previous encounter. "When I come home yistidday, Bas," she said, "I sot down an' thought of what ye said ter me an' I couldn't holp laughing." "Is thet so?" he responded.
Apparently he had noted nothing unusual, yet he had looked through the window before entering the house, and back of his unobservant seeming lay the purpose of averting bloodshed. "I war jest lookin' fer ye, Bas," he said with the artlessness of perfect art. "I hollered but ye didn't answer. I wisht ye'd come out an holp me manpower a chunk up on ther choppin' block. I kain't heft hit by myself."
None shall know how interested she is, none shall know how anxious, how filled with one hope. Shut your eyes then, Hilda hide our face rippling with joy. Peter has beaten. "Peter van Holp, one mile!" calls the crier. The same buzz of excitement as before, while the judges take notes, the same throbbing of music through the din; but something is different.
"We propose to move on," said Van Holp. "There is nothing to see at this season in the Bosch. The Bosch is a noble wood, Benjamin, a grand park where they have most magnificent trees, protected by law. Do you understand?" "Ya!" nodded Ben as the captain proceeded. "Unless you all desire to visit the Museum of Natural History, we may go on the grand canal again.
Your mother and sister are pale with eagerness. Hilda is trembling and dares not look up. Fly, Peter! The crowd has not gone deranged, it is only cheering. The pursuers are close upon you! Touch the white column! It beckons it is reeling before you it "Huzza! Huzza! Peter has won the silver skates!" "Peter van Holp!" shouted the crier. But who heard him?
Word Of The Day