Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 3, 2025
He wouldn't even risk bein' honest. Well, Sure Thing watches perceedin's with a good deal of interest, an' he sees Mike disappear 'round a bend of them rapids, his arms an' legs wavin' somewhat wild. "Then Sure Thing goes up to Lem, an' he sez, 'Lem, have you got a braided linen rope in the outfit? "'Sure, says Lem. 'Why? "'It's my turn next, an' I wish you'd use it on me, says Sure Thing.
His father was on some official business in town and his mother had not thought it necessary to break her weekly engagement with her bridge club. Frank wandered over to the hangars but he missed Lem and Chauncey and soon returned home. He was greatly excited over the coming trip, and had other and most serious reasons for wishing to go away.
"You needn't mind the dishes, Minty." At the permission the child fled from the room and clattered up the back stairs. The others rose from the table, and Mrs. Lem assumed a large apron and began gathering up the dishes. "You may help if you like, Sylvia," said Thinkright. "We want you to feel at home." The girl hesitated.
The "soldiers" were jolly company for themselves and none at all for any outsider who refused to obey the unwritten laws which honest old Lem had laid down for their benefit. "Captain Lem" was the neatest man of all, but he required the rest to come as near his standard as the disadvantages of previous bad training permitted.
When the McCarthy boys got into trouble in Caxton, old Lem McCarthy drove into town and got them out of it, paying for the damage done and going about declaring the boys meant no harm. When told to keep them out of town he shook his head and said he would try. Mike McCarthy did not ride swearing and singing with the five brothers along the dark road. He did not work all day in the hot corn fields.
Bart's patience was tried. His eyes flashed, but he stooped and picked up the pages and replaced them on the dry goods box. "Don't you do that again," he warned in a strained tone. "Why!" yelled Wacker, rolling up his cuffs. "I'll trim you next! 'Don't-do-it-again! eh? Boo! bah!" Lem raised his foot and kicked over the desk, papers and all.
Fledra rose with determination in her face. Suddenly Lem had loomed before her as a friend. She moved uneasily about the shanty, Lon making no move to stay her. For awhile she worked aimlessly, with furtive glances at Cronk. "Set down, Flea," ordered Lon presently. "Ye give me the twitches.
Screech Owl lifted her head and drew back frightened. Something warned her that she must not tell him where his son lived. "I'll get him for ye," she said doggedly. "Where be he?" demanded the scowman. "I ain't tellin' ye where he be now, Lem." Scraggy's tone was sulky. "Why?" "'Cause I'll go and get him. I'll bring him to the scow lessen lessen " "Lessen what?" cried Lem darkly.
From a distance he saw that the company corral was well filled with cattle; and when he saw Lem Caldwell talking with some other men in front of the hotel, he knew the cattle in the corral bore Caldwell's brand.
One evening Lem Hallowell, after depositing a box of trimmings at Ephraim Prescott's harness shop, drove up to the platform of the store with the remark that "things were gittin' pretty hot down to the capital in that franchise fight." "Hain't you b'en sent for yet, Jake?" he cried, throwing his reins over the backs of his sweating Morgans; "well, that's strange.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking