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You 're sprinklin' after hours and I 'm going to report you to police headquarters. There 's no use of kickin', so you 'd better give me your name an' save trouble." "Sir," I cried, "Reuben Baker is not a name to be ashamed of, and if you think that by any of your underhand hocus pocus you can trespass on my premises and prevent my caring for my own property you are grandly mistaken."
Besides, I owed you that much for keepin' me out of the wet last night." "Oh! I judged by the way you lit into me for luggin' you acrost that marsh that all you owed me was a grudge. I DID lug you, though, in spite of your kickin', didn't I?" He nodded with grim triumph. She smiled. "You did, that's a fact," she said.
"I don't ask her to do dishes nor fill pitchers nor nothin'; she just does it on her own hook." "Humph!" grunted Captain Shadrach. "So I judged from what I see. Does it pretty well, too, don't she?" "Um-hm. Well enough, I guess. Yes," with a burst of candor, "for her age, she does it mighty well." "Then what are you kickin' about?"
I hears her kick, kick, kickin' at the door, and then I hears her go in when she finds it give way. 'But why didn't you tell us all this, Sinfi? asked the landlord. 'My wife would ha' went and seen arter her, and we wouldn't ha' touched a farthin' for they blankets and things, not we, Sinfi, not we. 'Ah, you would, though, said the girl, ''cause I'd ha' made you take it.
The sailors from the warship were chattering excitedly over the miraculous preservation of the Panther. "If that tug had been 'arf a second later," declared one, "she'd 'ave 'ad us, Sniper, sure to th' port, there, Bobby, there's another chap kickin' in th' water." One of the sailors had a roll of bandages, and he now moved over to Caradoc and stooped over the wounded man.
Here I am, kickin' my heels around port and my schooner feedin' barnacles off the breakwater, all 'cause ye've got somethin' chafin' yer top-hamper. I won't stand for it no more." "But I got a man to take us," pleaded Dinshaw, going after him. "A man said he'd charter the Nuestra and we'd all go. Two men and a lady it was, up at the "
After that two or three of these yere automobeels went by every day, all a-blowin' of their horns, all kickin' up a hell of a dust. And every time them fourteen Honk-honks of mine took along after 'em, just as I'd taught 'em to do, layin' to get to their corn when they caught up. No more of 'em died, but that fourteen did get into elegant trainin'. After a while they got plumb to enjoyin' it.
"We stopped the barrage at one point to have a little chin, but unable to agree, we jest started all over again. An' I kinder guess I must've notched the critter some, for he hauled off an' skinned the cat by kickin' out.
"It comes straight off the hip, an' it calls for a straight answer. What have I spoke to her? Nothin'! What's between us? Nothin' but the makin's! Next, touchin' myself: Since sixteen I've been kickin' up the dust o' the earth till my home is anywhar immediately convenient.
Ben learnt me?" she asked. "Naw," said Joe. "Does yer foot hurt you, Joe?" "Naw," said Joe. Mittie was too versed in masculine moods to press the subject. She waited until they were out under the starlight in the clear stretch of common near home. Then she slipped her hand through his arm and said coaxingly "Say now, Joe, what you kickin' 'bout?" "Him," said Joe comprehensively. "Mr. Ben?
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