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A faint questioning honk sounded, and Philip Harris turned. "The car is ready," he said, "to take you back." "When it comes, it may come all at once," the surgeon had said, "and overwhelm him. Better lead up to it if we can let him recall it a bit here a bit there feel his way back to the old place to himself." "Where my child is," said Philip Harris.
And when he hears the name of Saint Werburgh, which has been handed down to him from grandfather to grandson for twelve hundred years, he will give an especially loud "Honk!" of praise. Dear Saint Werburgh! One would almost be willing to make a goose of himself if so he might see her again, with all her feathered friends about her.
Getting up, she stole, to the one window which the long room afforded. It gave upon the main street of the village. "Honk! honk! honk!" She gazed toward the steep from which the sounds seemed to come. There, flashing in and out of the greenery, appeared half a dozen pairs of fiery eyes. A party of motorists were going in to Watauga, starting from the Country Club on the Ridge crest.
The hay in the corner field had all been loaded, and the teamster was stooping for the reins, when the raucous honk of an auto caused him to pause and look toward the road. "It's Ben an' the girls now," he exclaimed. "Ye'd better open the gate." "Oh, I guess they will get through all right," Douglas replied. "No, ye'd better go," the teamster urged. "Ben'll be as mad as the devil if ye don't.
Then the three stood by the rail, at the gangplank, waiting for the hurried stream of passengers to disembark. Down on the wharf under the glaring white lights, swarmed a crowd from which rose a babel of voices. A whistle blew sharply at intervals. The whirr and honk of taxicabs, and the jangle of trolley cars, sounded beyond the wide dark portal of the dock-house.
"What's the matter with Mr. Simpson?" Tom demanded at the top of his voice. From the throats of all of Dick & Co. came the ready response! "He's all right!" Honk! honk! honk! Mr. Simpson had heard this tribute to himself. Then the chugging of a starting car was heard. The noise soon sounded fainter, then died away.
"So long, folks. See you later, Larry. Au reservoir, young lady, as the camel said to the elephant when he asked what he'd have. Hope I see you later if not sooner ta-ta; tinga-ling; honk honk." Again he swept Miss Hazel an elaborate bow. "Thinks he's smart," said that young lady, lifting her nose. "He's a regular scarecrow.
There was the distant roll of street-cars, the warning; honk! honk! of an automobile, the scream of a tug; and lesser sounds feet upon the sidewalk under the window, low laughter from the dim, tree-shaded walk. She wondered about her father. Suddenly there rose to her window a long-drawn cry.
The rest of the tribe scampered away over the tops of the trees, crying, "honk, honk, kehonk!" "They are proboscis monkeys, and old males at that; for they have very long noses, which is the reason for the name, and why Achang calls them elephant monkeys," said Louis, as he turned the creatures over. "The noses of these two reach down below the chin.
He loomed from out the velvet shadows vast and dark. Pearl-white and slender, she shone beneath the stars. She stretched her jeweled hands abroad. He lifted up his mighty arms, and they cried each to the other, almost with one voice, "The world is dead." "Long live the " "Honk! Honk!" Hoarse and sharp the cry of a motor drifted clearly up from the silence below.
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