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I've seen splendid fairy scenes in the theatres of Paris, but never anything so brilliant as this." "I used to think the woods down South, all covered with jess'mines, was the beautifullest thing," responded Tulee; "but, Lors, Missy Rosy, this is as much handsomer as Solomon's Temple was handsomer than a meetin'-house."
You can eat um or leab um alone, Miss Caterpillar!" said little Pitapat, firmly. Capitola laughed. "Patty" she said, "you are worthy to be called my waiting maid!" "And Lors knows, Miss Caterpillar, if it was de wittels you was a-frettin' arter, you ought to a-told me before! Lors knows dere's wittels enough!"
But Lors! you mun ha' ferrets. Dogs is no good. Why, there's that dog, now!" Bob continued, pointing with an air of disgust toward Yap, "he's no more good wi' a rot nor nothin'. I see it myself, I did, at the rot-catchin' i' your feyther's barn."
"What's this? oh! a double letter for Colonel Thornton pshaw! that's all about political stuff! Who cares about reading that? I don't! He may have it to-night if he wants it! Stop! what's this? Lors! it's a thribble letter for for Marian Mayfield! And from furrin parts, too! "Sposen you niggers were to wait till I open the office. Ah! I'll keep this and read it before Miss Marian gets it."
And why not? it could not go into a worse. "But O, sovereign wisdom of bywords! how true they put the finger on each nation's, or particular's, fault. "Quand Italie sera sans poison Et France sans trahison Et l'Angleterre sans guerre, Lors sera le monde sans terre."
Lors! but 'tis a poor stomach you's got to'rds her if you'm angered by such a bit o' philanderin' as I've tawld 'ee of. What d'ee mane, then?" he added, his temper rising at such unwarrantable inconsistency. "I've knawed as honest women as ever her is that's a done that, and more too, for to get their men safe off and out o' way iss, and wasn't thought none the wus of, neither.
"Will you give me leave to ask you only one thing, Miss?" Maggie was rather startled, but she answered, "Yes, Bob, if it is about myself not about any one else." "Well, Miss, it's this. Do you owe anybody a grudge?" "No, not any one," said Maggie, looking up at him inquiringly. "Why?" "Oh, lors, Miss," said Bob, pinching Mumps's neck harder than ever.
"'Deed, miss, I'se 'fraid!" "What! with the candle, you blockhead?" "Lors, miss, de candle wouldn't be no 'tection! I'd see de ghoses all de plainer wid de candle!" "What a provoking, stupid dolt! You're a proper maid afraid to do my bidding! Afraid of ghosts, forsooth. Well, I suppose I shall have to go myself plague on you for an aggravating thing!
L'Oiseau remained, to superintend the clearing away of the supper-table; and Jacquelina danced on to the front parlor, where she found no one but the maid, who was mending the fire. "Say! did you see anything of the professor while I was gone?" she inquired. "Lors, honey, I wish I hadn't! I knows how de thought of it will give me 'liriums nex' time I has a fever." "Why? What did he do?
"Mirandy's Secesh, but I'm for the Union," explained Josh, with a wink to us. "Sometimes we have as big a war as any one cyares ter see, right hyere, on 'ccount of it. But, Lors, Mirandy, yer ain't a-goin' ter quarrel with a man 'cause the color of his coat ain't ter yer likin' when he ain't had a bite of vittles terday!" "No, I ain't," answered the woman, stolidly.
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