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I've always said I didn't want to die till I'd been to that weddin'. I want to hear Rachel tell the minister she'll 'obey' Labe. Ho, ho!" "Do you suppose they ever will be married?" "Why, yes, I kind of think so. I shouldn't wonder if they would be right off now if it wasn't that Rachel wouldn't think of givin' up keepin' house for your grandmother.
Say, Al, if General what's-his-name er von Hindenburg is any harder scrapper than old Field Marshal Barleycorn he's a pretty tough one. Say, Al, you didn't say anything about about my er enlistin' to Cap'n Lote, did you? I meant to ask you not to." "I didn't, Labe. I thought you might want it kept a secret." "Um-hm.
'Brother, said she to him, 'the king your nephew, my dear son, is in the City of Enchantments, under the power of Queen Labe. Both you and I must go to deliver him, for there is no time to be lost. King Saleh forthwith assembled a powerful body of his marine troops, who soon rose out of the sea.
The whole world's fightin'. Uncle Sam's fightin'. Al was fightin'. You're fightin'. I'm fightin'. It's a darn sight easier to quit, a darn sight, but but Al didn't quit. And and we mustn't not if we can help it," he added, drawing a hand across his forehead. His agitation seemed to surprise Captain Zelotes. "So all hands are fightin', are they, Labe," he observed.
Serena, too, although she was almost as much surprised and agitated as her daughter, hastened to the latter's side. But Gertrude, although white and shaken, was far from being "scared to death." She was very much alive. "Are you sure, Daddy?" she cried. "Are you SURE? How do you know?" "I know because Labe wrote that Hapgood told him. That's how I know about the telegram.
"I didn't hear nothin' else at Trumet; that and your wife's gettin' to be commodore of some woman's lodge or other was all they talked about. Hey? Why, where's your pipe? Ain't you goin' to smoke? I've got plenty terbacker." Daniel looked dubious. "I guess not, Labe," he said. "Zuba well, the fact is, Zuba doesn't like people to smoke in her kitchen." Laban's face expressed astonishment.
The feeling of that happy region between the Alps and Lombardy, where there are many waters et tacitos sine labe laous sine murmure rivos and where the last spurs of the mountains sink in undulations to the plain, has passed into this azure vista, just as all Umbria is suggested in a twilight background of young Raphael or Perugino.
Zuby, don't make me laugh; I'm too hungry for jokin'. Take off your bonnet, now; take it off." "I mustn't, really, Labe. It's lodge night and they expect me. "Take off your bonnet!" "I can't! ... Well, I will, for just a minute." The last sentence was added in a great hurry, for her husband showed signs of preparing to remove the headgear with his own hands.
"Humph! . . . Labe, I presume likely if I was a pious man, one of the old-fashioned kind of pious, and believed the Almighty went out of his way to get square with any human bein' that made a mistake or didn't do the right thing if I believed that I might figger all this was a sort of special judgment on me for my prejudices, eh?" Mr. Keeler was much disturbed.
"With with him?" "Yes. I have something to say to him. Something important." She and Azuba exchanged looks. The latter nodded. "All right," she said decisively; "course we'll go. Come, Labe." But Laban seemed loath to move. "I ain't got through with him yet," he observed. "I'd only begun." "You come with me. Have you forgot all I told you so soon? Come!" "Hey? No; no, I ain't forgot.
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