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Updated: June 11, 2025
"You bet I c'n answer," said Alf bravely, blinking his blear eyes. "I was in Tinkletown." "What were you doin' that night?" "I was sleepin'." "At what time? Keerful now, don't lie." "What time o' night did they leave her on your porch?" demanded Alf in turn. "It was jest half past 'leven." "You're right, Anderson. That's jest the time I was asleep." "C'n you prove it? Got witnesses?"
Shirril was right in saying it was as firmly secured as the ponderous door beneath them, for the impossibility of getting a purchase from the roof, made only a slight resistance necessary from beneath. A dozen bolts and bars could not have rendered it stronger. "It 'pears to be all right," mused Dinah, "but folks can't be too keerful at sich times sh! what dat?"
"'What they reely want, ses the skipper, turning to the mate, 'is keerful nussing. "'I wish you'd let me nuss 'em, ses the fust mate, 'only ten minutes I'd put 'em both on their legs, an' running for their lives into the bargain, in ten minutes. "'Hold your tongue, sir, ses the skipper; 'what you say is unfeeling, besides being an insult to me.
"Jest think o' me stoppin' a lot o' French fellers in the streets o' Paris, me jest happened in from the woods fur the fust time, an' sayin' to them: 'Here, Bob, be keerful how you cross the street thar, it's a right bad spot fur wagons, an' you'd shorely git run over ef you tried it, or 'Now, Dick, that thar is the wrong street that you're takin', ef you foller it you'll land a full mile from your cabin."
En I has ter be kinder keerful 'bout cunj'in' w'ite folks; so be sho' en lemme know, w'ateber you do, des w'at is gwine on roun' de plantation. "So Solomon say all right, en tuk de goopher mixtry up ter de big house en gun it ter de cook, en tol' her fer ter put it in Mars Jeems's soup de fus' cloudy day she hab okra soup fer dinnah.
'Jehosiphat! he loves us too much! added the Yankee, who had no relish for these stolen shots. 'If we ain't keerful, there'll be nuthin' of us left when Baldy comes back, that is, if he comes back at all. This red-skin on his black horse was so dangerous that he required constant watching, and the men could perform only half their usual work.
"Yes, ye licked him but hit looks like ter me ye picked yore man plum keerful an' got ye an easy one. Wait hyar, I'm goin' atter my hat." "What fer?" "Were a'goin' over thar tergether an' ye're goin' ter crave his pardon." "I wouldn't crave his pardon," burst out the boy violently, "ter save his soul from torment. I'd be a laughing stock ef I did."
Not long 'uns, an' wrote keerful without no name. But they say a heap. They was wrote when he had to leave her." Latimer's heart seemed physically to turn over in his side. He had never known she had had a line of handwriting in her possession.
Ye've been settin' me a lively pace ever since we was married, an' it's gittin' faster every year. Me heart can't stand much more, so if yer not keerful ye'll be lookin' around fer another husband before long. But I pity him, poor chap, an' if I only knew who he might be I'd give him a note of warnin' while I'm in the flesh." It was quite evident that Mrs.
The artist fell to sketching it under cover of his hand. Uncle William studied the approaching boat. "She's never been in these waters afore," he announced. "She's comin' in keerful." No one replied. Andy stared at fate and the artist worked fast. Uncle William reached out for the glass. He took a long look.
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