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"By jing, they surely ought; well, but can you spell mum?" "M-u-m." "Ha, ha, ha, take care of yourself, an' don't forget seven." "Never fear." "Frank," said Art, "I'm goin' up to Syl Harte's lodgin's to pass my opinion on the patthern of a waistcoat for him." "Very well," said Frank, "of coorse." "I'll not stop long." "As long or short as you like, Art, my boy."
"Jing! but this is a great place of yours, Freddy!" said Dan, as they turned back to the ship house. "We could not have found a better." "That's all you know," scoffed the lordly Dud. "I mean to keep on the right side of the old duffer," he added sotto voce, "and get over to Beach Cliff in that tub of his whenever I can.
The outcome was, that he swore he'd have Jim out o' the pen as soon as he could get back an' do the signin'. He was a big man with steel gray eyes, an' by jing I felt good over it; but I stuck to the one drink proposition. Well, now, mebbe I didn't feel fine!
"Are you often taken this way?" "Never before, by Jing! That's what's so queer. Mebbee I pitched on my head. Mebbee I'm delirious." "Mebbee you always were half-baked. Looks like it, I must say. Give me the case." "Any more sisters, Bud? I reckon not. The mould must ha' been broke when Miss Sadie was born. One'll make trouble enough for we men. Is there another, Bud?" "No."
"Proud of this yere county?" said the boy, "or proud of being dep'ty- sheriff?" "By Jing! I'm proud o' both. The county's comin' along fine, and so'm I, Bud. It's a fact, sonny, that I'm held in high esteem as an officer. Why, my boss said to me this very day: 'Jeff, says he, 'yer makin' a record." "What sort o' record?" Jeff flushed slightly.
"Come on, Porne," he said, "we'll play it's a Sunday school picnic," and he drew himself a cup of coffee, finding hot milk, cream and sugar crystals at hand. "I never saw a cheap joint where you could fix it yourself, before," he said, and suspiciously tasted the mixture. "By jing! That's coffee!" he cried in surprise. "There's no scum on the milk, and the cream's cream! Five cents!
"Be jing! I've been on the job here at manny a deal of a morn," confided Officer Rellihan to Calvin Dow, "but here's the first natural straight flush r'yal, dealt without a draw." He tagged the Corson party with estimating squints, beginning with the Governor. "Ace, king, queen, John-jack, and the ten-spot! They've caught the office, this time, with a two-spot high!" Mac Tavish played it pat!
He had half a mind to take a flying trip to Boston, make the round of the wharves, and see if any of the old shipowners and ship captains whom he had once known were still alive and in harness. "JINGLE! Jingle! JINGLE! Jingle! Jingle! Jing! Jing! Jing!" Captain Cy bounced in his chair. That was the front-door bell. The FRONT-door bell!
Neville, and before Thanksgiving there wasn't a boy on the hill he couldn't throw. Here comes Father Tom back with with " Dan dropped his hammer entirely, and stood up to stare in amazement at the little motor boat making its way to the broken wharf. "Jing! Jerusalem! if if it isn't that pretty lady from Beach Cliff that Polly calls Marraine!"
Jing! but he gave it to me hot and heavy about letting you get that tumble! He needn't. I felt bad enough about it already." "Oh, did you, Dan?" asked Fred, quite overcome by such an admission. "Rotten!" was the emphatic answer. "Couldn't eat any dinner, though we had cherry dumpling. And Brother Bart rubbed it in, saying I had killed you.
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