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"What kind of a howdy-do is this? I brought up a bite for José to eat and, although I've stood down there whistling my head off, he never poked his head out of the ground, the jack-rabbit! And the next thing I see is you lying flat in the mud." "Oh, Nitschkan!" Tears of relief were streaming down Pearl's face. "Thank God that you've come. Harry fell over the cliff.
And to Nance's untold chagrin she found that she could not. The moment the music started, it seemed to get into her tripping feet, her swinging arms, her nodding head; and every extra step and unnecessary gesture that she made evoked a storm from the director. Just when his irritation was at his height, Reeser joined him from the wings. "Here's a howdy-do!" he exclaimed.
He would bark, "Howdy-do?" to every dog that passed his gate. Many stopped to rub noses with him through the fence even Hugo the mastiff, and nearly all, indeed, except one strange- looking dog that appeared every morning at precisely nine o'clock and took his stand on the corner.
"On the 24th of April he sold his horse said 'I'm just fifty-seven today, hale and hearty it would be a PRETTY howdy-do for me to be wasting such a trip as that and such weather as this, on a horse, when there ain't anything in the world so splendid as a tramp on foot through the fresh spring woods and over the cheery mountains, to a man that IS a man and I can make my dog carry my claim in a little bundle, anyway, when it's collected.
And Mary Hubbell knew this. Gédéon Goré stood before Mr. and Mrs. Orson J. Hubbell. "Where is your daughter?" he demanded, in French. "Oh, howdy-do," chirped Mrs. Hubbell. "Well, it's Mr. Goré! We missed you. I hope you haven't been sick." "Where is your daughter?" demanded Gédéon Goré, in French. "Where is Mary?" Mrs. Hubbell caught the word Mary. "Oh, Mary.
I broke the door down and went in, and it was empty." Then they was a pretty howdy-do, and they all sings out: "Where's the corpse?" And some thinks mebby some one has cut it down and took it away, and all gabbles to oncet. But for a minute no one thinks mebby little Danny has been egged on to tell lies. Little Danny ain't saying a word.
"He didn't mean nothing" Skinny interposed, sensing that Old Heck some way had made a blunder. "I guess you must be Carolyn June?" looking questioningly at the girl. "Excuse me," Old Heck said, "I'm your uncle, I suppose, and this is Skinny Rawlins " "Howdy-do; I'm glad to meet you," Skinny muttered, reaching for the hand Carolyn June frankly extended.
He would bark, "Howdy-do?" to every dog that passed his gate. Many stopped to rub noses with him through the fence even Hugo the mastiff, and nearly all, indeed, except one strange-looking dog that appeared every morning at precisely nine o'clock and took his stand on the corner.
Huck, you don't ever seem to want to do anything that's regular; you want to be starting something fresh all the time. S'pose he DON'T do nothing with it? ain't it there in his bed, for a clew, after he's gone? and don't you reckon they'll want clews? Of course they will. And you wouldn't leave them any? That would be a PRETTY howdy-do, WOULDN'T it! I never heard of such a thing."
We have to take what comes to us Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate. I'm glad I don't have to write poetry like that! June 8th. Howdy-do, Brother Bobolink! How in the world did you guess I was coming this way? Es ist nun einmal so. Kein Dichter reist incognito!
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