A paroxysm of coughing shook him; he spoke through it sobbingly: "'Drag! 'S jus' lul-like a girl! Ha-why I walk OOF! faster'n that every day on my way to school." He managed to subjugate a tendency to nausea. "What you want to go home for?" he said. "Le's go on!" In the darkness Mr. Claude Blakely's expression could not be seen, nor was his voice heard.

But Timothy wouldn't listen to nothin'. "'Amanda, s'e in a married voice, 'what I say is this, I forbid you to carry a drop o' Jersey milk or any other kind o' milk up to that church. "With that he was out the front door an' liniment forgot. "Mis' Sykes spatted her hands. "'He'll find Silas Sykes an' Eppleby, she says to Mis' Holcomb. 'Quick. Le's us get our hands on my bread an' your cookies.

"I kind of hate to think o' your bangein' here and boardin' there, and one old woman mendin', and the other settin' ye down to meals that like's not don't agree with ye." "Lor', now, Mis' Tobin, le's not fuss round no longer," said Mr. Briley impatiently. "You know you covet me same 's I do you." "I don't nuther. Don't you go an' say fo'lish things you can't stand to."

Little Ikey Rosenstein, better known as "GooseGrease," dressed in a cast-off suit of his big brother's, with his father's hat set rakishly back on his head and over his ears, was coming proudly down the street some distance off. "Yonder comes Goose-Grease Rosenstein," said Jimmy gleefully. "When he gets right close le's make him hop."

But now I can talk th'oo it 's good's anybody." "That is an ear trumpet, Frances," said Lina, "it is not a horn." "Le's play 'Hide the Switch," suggested Billy. "I'm going to hide it first," cried Frances. "Naw, you ain't," objected Jimmy, "you all time got to hide the switch first. I'm going to hide it first myself."

Awful smooth' but' murderin'. Are you game, Porky, to land him ourselves?" "Sure!" said Porky. "Ain't I alwus? What comes first?" "Le's think," said Beany. You would not have thought they were thinking at all as they sat on the broad brick steps, holding their chins in their right hands, left hands twisting their puttee lacers.

"It's real mysterious, and troublesome, and good," he says; "but I bet we can find a way that's twice as long. There ain't no hurry; le's keep on looking around." Betwixt the hut and the fence, on the back side, was a lean-to that joined the hut at the eaves, and was made out of plank. It was as long as the hut, but narrow only about six foot wide.

"Le's see," said Rogers to his guest, taking a corncob pipe from the mantel and lighting it with a fire coal. "This is Friday, an' school oughtah begin Monday. Bettah draw up a subscription paper to-night, an' ride 'roun' with it airly to-morrow. I'll send Henry 'long to show you the way. Set right down heah by the table an' draw up yer writin's. Henry, light anothah candle."

Bolster rose, and confirmed the contract by giving him a kick in the side with her heavy brogan. "That's jest a lovetap," she remarked, "'t let yo' know t' le' me alone hereafter. Now, le's straighten things around here fer a pleasant time."

"They's no gold there, where we're diggin', I know there's no gold! They's no sign of gold. They can dig a hunnerd feet down, an' they won't find no gold! Why, in Minnesota, that time " "A-ah, now, le's have none av Minnesota," Murphy broke in upon Mike's gobbling no other word expresses Mike's manner of speech, or comes anywhere near to giving any idea of his mushy mouthing of words.