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"Of course I should; but how? Am I to walk off with the bottle and disgrace him before the servant girl? Or am I to let the children know as their father takes too much? If I was as much as to make one fight of it, it'd be all over Ponder's End that he's a drunkard; which he ain't. Restrain him; oh, yes! If I could restrain that gambling instead of regular business!
Thomas Osby, Esquire, a little farther back in the foot-hills, if he feels like goin' there. Now I reckon Miss Constance makes Mr. Thomas Osby, Esquire, yardmaster at the new deepot." "Of course," assented Constance; and her father nodded. "That'd be fair, and it'd be easy," went on Tom. "We'll fix it up that-a-way, me and Miss Constance not you.
He discovered Ted Slavin and three of his friends jabbering away just inside the door, and heard one of them exclaim: "Course we will go along; it'd be a big feather in our cap, fellers, if we'd be the ones to bring him back." "Yes, send out word for the boys to get together, Ted.
"Now some folks would swear that was cold and uncomfortable," he remarked as he shook it out in chunks, "but I like it, because I know it's clean. It'd be awfully good in a cocktail just about now! Snow? Why I've known time in a jay town down in Louisiana when I'd have cried with joy for anything as cool as that to put in even plain water.
There it stood, like as if it'd pulled up alongside the pool for the very purpose to unload these unfort'nit' men; an' yet takin' no notice whatever. Not a sign o' the guard not a head poked out anywheres in the line o' windows only the sun shinin', an' the steam escapin', an' out o' the rear compartment this procession droppin' out an' high-divin' one after another. "Eight of 'em!
Little-Dad says that if a person could just bore right through Kettle you'd come out on the sixth hole of the Wayside Golf course only it'd be an awfully long bore." John Westley laughed hilariously. He had suddenly thought how carefully his guide always planned easy hikes for him. The girl went on. "But it's just a little way down this trail to Sunnyside that's where I live.
Fay smiled. "It ought to please you that society still has a use for you outre inner-directed types. It takes something to make a junior executive stay aboveground after dark, when the missiles are on the prowl." "Society can't have much use for us or it'd pay us something," Gusterson sourly asserted, staring blankly at the tankless TV and kicking it lightly as he passed on.
He'd be sure to see us, he knows how much I know about it, and he'd suspect things in a second if he saw me talking to you. Then it'd be made hot for me. I've got to protect myself, of course." "Suggest a place yourself," Farland said. "Make it outside somewhere. How about some place in Riverside Park?" "Suits me," Farland replied.
"The Lieutenant," she said, "writes in this-yeh note that this-yeh place won't be safe f'om the Yankees much longer'n to-day, and fo' us to send the wounded lady in the avalanch. Which she says, her own self, it'd go rough with her to fall into they hands again. My married daughter she's a-goin' with her, and the'd ought to be a Mr. Sm' oh, my Lawdy! you ain't reg-lahly in the ahmy, air you?"
"Ah, I ain't so sure," he began, "that it'd be wise of me to let 'ee 'ave it. I dunno what more 'arm you mightn't be doing with it." "We couldn't do more harm than you have done already," snapped Dan. "You've nailed Aunt Pike fast to the house with it, and it will take more than we can do to get her away again."
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