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Updated: May 13, 2025
Nothing was changed; nothing recalled the blue moonlit night. The insects came, said how-do-you-do, and left; yonder, the meadow was a scene of bustling activity; the insects, birds and butterflies hopped, flew and flitted in the hot flickering air around the tall, gay midsummer flowers. Sadness fell upon Maya. There was no one in the world to share her joys and sorrows.
"She came to call on me two or three days after that dreadful morning. She knew Mr. Meredith and was an old friend of the family's." "As a matter of fact," said Jack icily, "she did not know Meredith, except to say 'how-do-you-do' to him, and she was certainly not a friend of the family. She is, however, a friend of Jean Briggerland." "Jean Briggerland!" said the exasperated girl.
"At what, Miss Heth? I trust nothing serious has happened?" "Ah, but our time is so valuable, you see. We must leave without even saying how-do-you-do. Don't you think so, mamma?" "So it seems," said Mrs. Heth, and sank into a chair. Canning smiled. "Very pleasant little diggings he has here," he observed casually "my first glimpse of them.
Noon found them encamped on a point of land where the stream appeared to divide into two parts, one running to the northeast and the other to the northwest. Which branch to take to get to Lake Narsac they did not know. "This is a fine how-do-you-do!" was Whopper's comment. "I wish we had questioned Jed Sanborn about it."
"Sent home on New Year's day to his mammy! A pretty how-do-you-do, upon my word! the dirty little ill-conditioned brat!" "I believe, now I come to think of it," said Sharp, "that I did say something of the kind to his mother, just to pacify her, though I had no thought of doing it; and, indeed, I don't suppose she cares any great deal about seeing him.
When it rains, if there ain't a pretty how-do-you-do, it's a pity beds toated out of this room, and tubs set in t'other to catch soft water to wash; while the clapboards, loose at the eends, go clap, clap, clap, like gals a-hacklin' flax, and the winders and doors keep a-dancin' to the music.
Olga walked about, seeming to inspect the pictures, but in reality much occupied with her thoughts. "Well," she said presently, "I only looked in, dear, to say how-do-you-do." Miss Bonnicastle was drawing; she turned, as if to shake hands, but looked her friend in the face with a peculiar expression, far more earnest than was commonly seen in her. "You called on Kite yesterday morning."
"Please empty your mouth finish chewing and swallowing your nectar. One can't understand a word you say." Maya obeyed, but the excited owner of the house gave her no time to repeat her question. "It was an ant," he burst out angrily. "Do those ants think we save and store up hour after hour only for them! The idea of going right into the pantry without a how-do-you-do or a by-your-leave!
I didn't like to be in the neighborhood without dropping in just to say how-do-you-do to you." The old man could not rid himself of a feeling of distrust. What was the fellow after, anyway? Could he have heard of the francs-tireurs' visit to the farmhouse the night before? That was something he must try to ascertain.
When it rains, if there aint a pretty how-do-you-do, it's a pity beds toated out of this room, and tubs set in tother to catch soft water to wash; while the clapboards, loose at the eends, go clap, clap, clap, like galls a hacklin flax, and the winders and doors keen a dancin to the music.
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