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Who knows that we may make an arrangement to annex your little establishment to these United States! Young America has, you see, yet to fulfil the functions of manifest destiny. "'Don't, pray don't, bring your Young America about my dominions! he exclaimed, interrupting just as John Littlejohn was about to speak. "John spoke, inquiring if his preferences were not for him?
The poor are almost always very kind neighbors to each other. I will be there early enough to take her some supper." So Gypsy was comforted for Mrs. Littlejohn. It was nearly dark when Mrs.
Then the man pulled Frank down, and the hat struck the end of a salt barrel, knocked it off, and the man raised up and sat down on it, and kicked it into the street. Frank got the man away, and a boy brought his hat to the police station, just as Usher and Littlejohn and Knutson, and all the policeman entered. It is said that all stood on the corner over by Kevin's watching the arrest.
John Littlejohn and me walked cordially down and took our seat, bundled in our traps, and sung out, 'Cut away the strings, and let her go! I said I would steer for Uncle Sam, and John said he would steer for Mr.
Smooth, do not question your correctness on the point, so far at it refers to this Cuba business, and the tripartite treaty which we would you had signed merely that your fingers were kept off the property; but you have misconstrued our amiable motives we only wanted to form a trio, honorable in combination that is, we would it were mutually understood that you do not annex Cuba, and we will not! said my Lord Littlejohn, who spoke quite as spunky, though with less assurance on geography, than he did to the very amiable Mr.
She had begged of her mother a tiny pailful of green peas, with which she hoped to pacify the old woman, but she was somewhat in dread of hearing her talk, and ashamed to confess her own neglect. Mrs. Littlejohn was eating the very nice breakfast which Mrs. Rowe had sent over, and groaning dolefully over it, as Gypsy entered. "Good morning," said Gypsy. "Good morning," said Mrs.
With a low ejaculation he hurried forward. Mrs. Whitmore flung out her arm and clutched his hand; then she lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes. "Doctor," she whispered, "where am I?" "At home, in your own bed." "Where is this place?" Dr. Littlejohn paled.
"I hae nae great objection to the prison, only that a body canna win out o't; and if it wad please you as weel, Bailie, I wad gie you my word to appear afore the Lords at the Circuit, or in ony other coart ye like, on ony day ye are pleased to appoint." "I rather think, my good friend," answered Bailie Littlejohn, "your word might be a slender security where your neck may be in some danger.
Gypsy went down one evening with her mother, to help her carry a bundle of fresh bed-clothing, and she was astonished at the gentleness which had crept into the old withered face and peevish voice. Mrs. Littlejohn called her up to the bed, just as she started to go. "I say, little gal, I told ye a fib the day ye fust come. I did have a dinner, though it war a terrible measly one Mrs.
The next week a poor little girl who has no hat, and can't go to Sunday-school, excites your sympathy, and you would be glad to give something toward buying her a hat you have not a copper. You go to Monthly Concert, and want to drop something into the contribution box, but Mrs. Littlejohn has eaten up what you might have given.
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