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He stopped, nearly breathless. "It can't be a fire. Say, boys! they're havin' a Blow-Out up in heaven." The company crowded out. The sky was full of a palpitant light. An Indian appeared from round the stockade; he was still staring up at the stone chimney. "Are we on fire?" "How-do." He handed Father Wills a piece of dirty paper. "Hah! Yes. All right. Andrew!" Andrew needed no more.
Mescal had a shy "good-morning" for him, and Piute a broad smile, and familiar "how-do"; the peon slave, who had finished breakfast and was about to depart, moved his lips in friendly greeting that had no sound. "Did you hear the coyotes last night?" inquired August. "No! Well, of all the choruses I ever heard. There must be a thousand on the bench.
Griddle-cakes with lashin's of butter and sugar on 'em, I wager." "Dear me!" sighed Helen, as Ruth, too, got out, laughing. "You are incurable, Jennie. Your goddess is your tummy." But the plump girl was not at all abashed. She ran up the walk on to the porch and warmly greeted the little old woman who stood in the doorway. "How-do, Jennie. Oh, my back and oh, my bones! Be careful, child!
Always when he said, 'Peter Pan has spoken, it meant that they must now shut up, and they accepted it humbly in that spirit; but they were by no means so respectful to the other boys, whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. They said 'How-do? to them, and things like that; and what annoyed the boys was that Peter seemed to think this all right.
He sprang across the cabin and pulled open the door. A short, stooping figure shuffled in and reeled against him. A rifle in a woollen case clattered at his feet. "Mer' Christmas! How-do?" said a weary voice. "Merry Christmas, brother!" replied Archer. Then, "Bless me, but it's Sacobie Bear! Why, what's the matter, Sacobie?" "Heap tired! Heap hungry!" replied the Micmac, sinking to the floor.
Kada was waiting in the doorway, bowing stiffly, sucking in his breath, beaming; the cook just behind him, following him in sound and gesture, and the Japanese gardener, hat in hand, stood at the foot of the steps as she passed to say, "How-do? Veree glod! Veree glod! Tha's nize you coming home! Veree glod!" Honor shook hands with them all.
Although he said never a word, Frances' hand tightened on Molly's rein. The next moment she would have spurred the pinto up the hill; but a drawling voice within a yard of her spoke. "How-do, Frances? 'Light, won't yer?" and there followed Ratty M'Gill's well-known laugh. "We didn't expect ye; but ye're welcome just the same." Ratty's hand was on Molly's bridle-rein.
Janice and Nelson were not destined to be left to their own devices for long, however. As they slowly mounted the pleasant and shady street there was the rattle of wheels behind them, and a masterful voice said: "Whoa! That you, Schoolmaster? How-do, Janice." "Dr. Poole!" they cried, as one. "Bad news for you, Janice," said the red-faced doctor, in his brusk way.
'I think you are acquainted with Captain Nichols, of the bark "Omega"? "'Oh, how-do, Nichols, said Wilbur, advancing down the room. 'I've missed you around town for a good while. Glad you're back. I suppose you had the usual assortment of adventures? "I drew back to escape shaking his hand. "'No, I answered, 'nothing like the adventure that awaited me here.
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