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An' by thet I mean to find the real, true, honest-to-God best in you an' stick to it an' die fightin' for it. You're a young woman, almost, an' a blamed handsome one. Which means you'll hev more trouble an' a harder fight. This country ain't easy on a woman when once slander has marked her. "What do I care for the talk down in that Basin?" returned Ellen. "I know they think I'm a hussy.
Then, staring with bucolic wonder at the distinguished representative of the highest culture, he asked, "Be you an honest-to-God professor? I've heard about such, but I ain't never seen one before." The little man replied hurriedly, but with timid pride, "Certainly, sir; yes, certainly." "You be!" exclaimed the cowboy, as though overcome by his nearness to such dignity.
"I always claimed to be a white man, didn't I? You can't give a fellow credit for doin' the thing he'd rather do than anything else. But prod a peg in this. I'm gonna make that li'l' girl plumb happy. She thinks she won't be, that she's lost the right to be. She's 'way off, I can see her perkin' up already. I got a real honest-to-God laugh outa her this mo'nin'."
This was like a breath of honest-to-God Arizona. The door opened, and out of it came a man and a slim young woman. Both of them were dressed for riding, she in the latest togs of the town, he in a well-cut sack suit and high tan boots. Johnnie threw up his hat and gave a yell. "You blamed old horn-toad! Might 'a' knowed you was all right!
Nick 'lows that you're sure " Again he caught himself. "But I ain't a-tellin' nothin' to nobody." "Well, have I ever asked you to tell me anything?" demanded Patches. "No, you ain't that's right you sure been square with me, Patches, an' I ain't fergettin' it. Be you sure 'nuf my friend, Patches? Honest-to-God, now, be you?"
"It doesn't matter in the least, gentlemen, who is elected in November," he observed. "There's nothing before the country as yet. Not even an honest-to-God man." Lee shook his head gravely. Toombs parried his protest. "I know, Colonel Lee, you're fond of the old General. You fought with him in Mexico.
The mass of resistance I had to face, for poetry's sake, was too enormous ... my country's motto was not "beauty is truth, truth beauty," but "blessed be that man who can make two hills of corn grow where one bank of violets grew before," ... and my pilgrimage, in that hour of vision, it disgusted me ... for I was making it not to some grand poet like L'Estrange, but to the home of the chief exponent of the "Honest-to-God, No-Nonsense-About-Me Hick School of Literature" ... and associated with him was the syndicate poet, William Struthers, called familiarly Uncle Bill, whose daily jingles run together as prose, were now making him a fortune.
As we got off the train there the people cheered again, and among the civilians were many wounded men who had just recently come back. They knew how we felt. The first thing at the hospital was a real honest-to-God bath. In a tub. With hot water! Heavens, how I wallowed. The orderly helped me and had to drag me out. I'd have stayed in that tub all night if he would have let me.
She stared a second, white and still, with great solemn searching eyes on his. Pan felt strangely embarrassed, yet somehow happy that he had dared to approach her with such a proposition. Suddenly she kissed him, she clung to him, she buried her face on his shoulder and he heard her murmur incoherently something about "honest-to-God men." "What do you say, little girl?" he went on.
Oh, boy, there's a fly, that red ant!" "You bet! That's what it is a fly!" rejoiced Babbitt. "Yes, sir, that red ant," said Ijams, "is a real honest-to-God FLY!" "Oh, I guess ole Mr. Trout won't come a-hustling when I drop one of those red ants on the water!" asserted Babbitt, and his thick wrists made a rapturous motion of casting.
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