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Updated: September 6, 2025
I just came to anchor in the corner of the sofy in the hall, without lettin' on to say that I was there, and took up a Webster's dictionary that was on the table and laid it open keerless like, on my knees, ez if I was sorter consultin' it and kinder dozed off there, listenin' to you fellows gassin' with the young ladies, and that yer Miss Christie just snakin' music outer that pianner, and I reckon I fell asleep.
Seems to me the minister was never comin' to lastly, and I find myself wonderin' whether Laura is listenin' to what the preachin' is about, or is writin' notes to Sam Merritt in the back of the tune-book. I get thirsty, too, and I fidget about till Father looks at me, and Mother nudges Helen, and Helen passes it along to me with interest.
Where are the men?" "Forrard, sir, a hangin' over the starboard rail. Thar's somethin' cursedly strange a happenin' in that damn fog. Harwood was the first ter hear the clatter ov en oar slippin' in a rowlock. I thought the feller wus crazy, till I heerd sumthin' also, an' then, sir, while we wus still a listenin' we both caught sound ov a Spanish oath, spoke as plain as if the buck was aboard."
And, say, he's a pardner on your life! Believe me, and I'm listenin' to myself, too." "His lungs are better, then?" "Lungs? He ain't got none. They're belluses prime California skirtin' leather off the back. Lady, that kid is a wonder." "I'm awfully glad Billy is better. He must be, judging from what you tell me."
"I wonder," said she, "that they do not speak to me before this, for they know I'm here. Ah," she proceeded, "there's his voice! my white-haired Brian's voice! what is it, 'darling? I'm listenin'! "'Come, mother, come, he says, 'we are waitin'! "Is it for me, a lanna dhas oge? "'Yes, he says, 'for you, mother dear, for you! "Well, Brian darlin', I'll come.
"Well, sir, whin th' dillygates see they cudden't do business in Europe, says they to thimsilves: 'We'll pike acrost th' ragin' sea, they says, 'an in th' home iv Wash'nton, Lincoln, an' Willum J. Bryan, ye bet we'll have a hearin', an' they got wan. Ivrybody's listenin' to thim. But no wan replies.
We all have nothin' but kind feelin's fer Miss Noble, an' I came here to-night somewhat undecided how to vote on this question. But after listenin' to the just an' forcible arguments of Brother Glaspy, it 'pears to me that, after all, the question befo' us is not a matter of feelin', but of business. As a business man, I am inclined to think Brother Glaspy is right.
"No, I was listenin' for it's down there." He turned suddenly and grabbing Archer around the waist, lifted him off his feet and ran swiftly down a little slope and into the brook which in its meanderings crossed an end of the prison grounds. Then he let Archer down. "They'll never track us here," he panted, and felt for his precious button to make sure that Archer's body had not pulled it off.
Now I thought you was listenin' to me." "I was. But ain't he hungry?" Shoop chuckled. "Let him in, son." Lorry opened the door. Bondsman stalked in, sniffed at Lorry's boots, and padded to the kitchen. "What do you feed him?" said Lorry, hesitating. "He won't take nothin' from you," said Shoop, heaving himself up. "I've had him since he was a pup. You set down and I'll 'tend to him.
You've evidently been listening and watching and have got hold of something. Now, I'll be as patient as I can if you'll tell me the whole story quickly," and he turned his flushed, quivering face toward her. "Then I s'pose you'll scold me for listenin' and watchin' that scamp," said the girl sullenly. "No, Jane, not in this case.
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