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"No, not yet. But we'll come to it pretty soon," Hal said. "Say, how're we going to get up when the hole gets too deep?" asked Ted. "We ought to have a ladder or something." "There's a ladder in camp," answered Jan. "Grandpa had it when he put up our real rope swing. Don't you remember, Ted?" "Yes, that's right. We'd better get it if we're going any deeper, Hal," he added.
Kelly said stiffly, "How're you, ma'am?" "Want to see me alone, I suppose?" Hastings went on. "You go out on the porch, Jenny." As soon as Jane disappeared Kelly's stiffness and clumsiness vanished. To head off Hastings' coming offer of a cigar, he drew one from his pocket and lighted it. "There's hell to pay, Mr.
"How're things going?" the superintendent greeted Hanlon with at least the appearance of friendliness. "Just fine," the young man responded. "Everything's under control."
And ain't that a way to beat the bosses to hold our jobs, and keep the union alive, till we've got into all the camps, and can strike and win?" There was a pause; then Mary spoke. "How're you meanin' to tell the men?" Her voice was without emotion, but nevertheless, Hal's heart leaped. Whether Mary had any hope or not, she was going to stay in line with the rest of the ants!
"A lie lendin' a helpin' hand to a sick lass is better'n most truths." Before going to bed Peg peeped in at Jinnie. The girl still lay with her arm over the sleeping Pete, her eyes roving round the room. She caught sight of the silent woman, and a troubled line formed between her brows. "How're you going to get money to live, Peggy?" she wailed.
"How are you, David?" she said. David, taking the small, cold hand in his, said, calmly, "How're you, Elizabeth?" Then their eyes met. Hers held steadfast; it was his which fell. "Have you seen Nannie?" she said. And he: "Yes; poor Nannie!" "Hullo, Elizabeth," her uncle called out, carelessly; and Mrs. Richie came over and kissed her. So that first terrible moment was lived through.
The energy would be liberated, apparently, but in an entirely new way. Wonder what would happen? I can't see from the theory have to work it out. And here's another somewhat similar condition, right here, that will need investigating. I've sure got a lot of experimental work ahead of me before I'll know anything. How're things going with you?"
"Integrity," Oliver imagined Jacky and then Suzanne. "Of course, it's different for everybody. We all have our weaknesses. Little things. Porter's forearms, for instance the way they swell up from his wrist. As soon as I saw them, I thought, oh, oh . . ." "Lucky Porter," Oliver said. "Olive Oil!" George bounced in from the ell. "Hi, Arlen, how're you doing?" "Just fine, George."
"Looks like machinery of some kind, that's all I c'n tell," he admitted. "But of course, they'd need a press of some sort to work off the paper money on. Now, chances are, it's bein' put up right in that long shed yonder, that we c'n see. Question is, how're we goin' to get close enough to peek through a crack, and find out what's goin' on in there?"
McLean," said the Governor to the cow-puncher on his horse. "How're are yu', doctor," said Lin. During his early days in Wyoming the Governor, when as yet a private citizen, had set Mr. McLean's broken leg at Drybone. "Let me make yu' known to Mrs. McLean," pursued the husband.
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