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Jonesy is not conventional in his ideas, but his morals are sound. He has seen religions and civilizations and dynasties flourish and decay, and it has all given him a certain perspective on life. He has occasionally given me good council." He paused again, but, noting that the singing voices were drawing nearer, he continued more rapidly.
Peter stepped back and looked him over, beginning with the tan shoes and ending with the whirligig hat. "Jonesy," says he, finally, "you're on. Take him to the servants' quarters, Wingate." A little later, when I had the chance and had Brown alone, I says to him: "Peter," says I, "for the land sakes what did you hire the emperor for? A blind man could see HE wa'n't no waiter.
We talked about it every night when we went to bed, and kept putting a little more and a little more to it, until it was as real to us as if we had truly seen such a place. There were vines on the porches, and a big Newfoundland dog on the front steps, and a cow and calf in the pasture, and a gentle old horse that could plough and that Jonesy could ride to water.
Hurry, please, Father. "'Has anybody any objections to these proceedings? says he. "'I have, says I, 'but I won't mention 'em. Give them the verdict. "'I pronounce you man and wife. Let us pray, says he. "'What's that? screeches Uncle Jonesy from the doorway. And then he gave us the queerest prayer you ever heard in your life.
"Cereal, sir?" asks Robert Van Wedderburn, alias "Jonesy." Well, I guess that's about all. Van Senior took it enough sight more graceful than you'd expect, under the circumstances. He went straight up to his room and never showed up till suppertime.
There's some pretty solid rocks in the Coeur d'Alene, however, and I should like to wait around and see if they don't hold out, but I'll never make it. I've been in too much excitement. "Well, the next thing after Jonesy got established was that his niece must come out during vacation and pay him a visit.
"We nearly froze to death that night," he said, when questioned about it afterward, "and the boss piled on an awful big lot of wood just before he went to bed." "Then what made him take to his heels so fast if he didn't?" some one asked. "I don't know," answered Jonesy. "He said that luck was always against him, and maybe he thought nobody would believe him if he did say that he didn't do it."
Towers were far more comfortable than dungeons, in her opinion, and when Malcolm came up the ladder with a plateful of the choicest morsels of the feast, she began to enjoy her part of the play. Jonesy was sent to inform his knight of the change from dungeon to tower, and the banquet went merrily on. He found Keith waiting below the barn, with his pony tied to a fence.
I can generally tell beet greens from cabbage without waiting to smell 'em cooking. And as for her, it seems to me that a girl who thinks enough of a feller to run away from him so's he won't spile his future, won't like him no less for being willing to work and wait for her. You stay here and think it over. I'm going out for a spell." When I come back Jonesy was ready for me. "Mr.
He wondered what was the matter. For a moment after the shrieking train whizzed by everything seemed deathly still. Keith sat leaning against the embankment, white and limp from exhaustion and the excitement of his close escape. Jonesy was panting and wiping the perspiration from his red face, for he had run like a deer to reach the switch in time.
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