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She's never done anybody any harm in her life," and Big Josh's round, moon-like face expressed as much sorrow as it was capable of. "No never any harm but I reckon Cousin Ann hasn't done much good in her time. When you come right down to it, chronic visiting is a poor way to spend your time, unless you are a powerful good visitor, which Cousin Ann isn't.
This occurred early in Jack's watch, according to Josh's story, and had not been reported, as the boat did not properly belong to the brig, and was an incumbrance rather than an advantage.
"I think it went up the road to'ds Marse Big Josh's," said Kizzie, "but the dus' air pow'ful thick right now, owin' ter ortermobiles goin' both ways, so I ain't quite sho'." "I wa' pretty night certain ol' Billy p'inted his hosses' heads to'ds Ryeville, but I ain't sho'. It air sech a misty, moisty mornin' an' what with the dus' it air hard ter punctuate.
I only wish you would just tell me where we shall be, when we gets in." "How I know, white man? Dat belong to skipper, and better ask him. If he do n't gib you lick in de chop, p'rhaps he tell you." As Jack Tier had no taste for "licks in the chops," he did not follow Josh's advice. But his agreeing to give half of the ten dollars to the steward kept peace in the cabins.
"A sudden jump from the sublime to the ridiculous; from a scene like that to a cow." "Not when you have no milk or cream, captain. Brindle has broken out of the pasture, and I have no idea where she can be." "Did ye pray this mornin' that ye might find her, parson?" "No, I can't say that I did," was the somewhat reluctant reply, for Parson Dan was well accustomed to Captain Josh's thrusts.
Just now, in the matter of Margaret Severence, this universal overlordship filled him with rage, the more furious that he realized he could no more shake Josh's conviction than he could make the Washington monument topple over into the Potomac by saying, "Be thou removed."
I reckon you's right, Kizzie, an' they's hit the pike fer Marse Big Josh's. Anyhow we'll say that when Marse Bob axes us. If you tells one tale an' I tells anudder Marse Bob'll be mad as a wet hen." The old coach, creaking ominously, lumbered and rolled down the avenue. The bees, with their front door blocked by the corn cob, hummed furiously.
"At Captain Josh's, and Whyn would like to hear you sing so much. You see, the scouts are getting up a concert to raise money, and we want some one to sing. Whyn is sick, and can't walk. She heard about you from her brother, Douglas. She couldn't come herself to hear you, so we have come to ask you to help us out, and sing for Whyn.
What we want is to capture them and to do that we've got to have more men. Alf, I tell you what you do. You and your friend slip over to old Josh's and keep watch to see that they don't get away, and I'll ride as fast as I can and get General Lundsford and your daddy. What do you say?" "I say it's a first-rate plan," Alf answered.
Mother, please tell her it isn't convenient this June and have her go on to Big Josh's." "Oh, my dear, you know Father wouldn't hear of my doing that. Maybe it isn't she after all. Nan, climb up on the railing and see if that could be Cousin Ann Peyton's carriage coming along the pike and turning into the avenue." "Well, all I have to say is if it is her " "She," corrected her mother.
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