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"But we don't want stories of things around here," she cried wilfully. "We want lords and ladies, and you gim 'em to us." "Lords and ladies," sniffed Lounsbury. "Well, Felicia, stop that jumping-jack business and I'll begin." "Once upon a time," commenced Lounsbury, "in the middle of a gre-a-a-t, wi-i-i-de, fla-a-a-t country " "Now," interrupted James, who came next to Felicia.
Her father's voice broke in harshly. "Ah didn' want she should plow," he protested. "Ah figgered t' git someone on tick, but seems like Dallas, she " "We like it here," she interrupted, "because the air 's so cool, and there's lots of grass." Then after bending to gather a purple flower, she stepped back to the plow. "You're planning to stay, then," said Lounsbury.
Lounsbury well says: "There result, indeed, from the union of the foreign and native elements, a wealth of phraseology and a many-sidedness in English, which give it in these respects a superiority over any other modern cultivated tongue.
Here there was a colloquy. First, Lounsbury held forth; next, the trooper, protestingly. When the lieutenant broke in, two phrases were frequently repeated "to the guard-house," and "won't if you will." At last the three went back to the window. "Remember," cautioned the storekeeper, "we don't want all these shebangs stirred up." "Needn't worry," said Fraser.
His brave horse, obedient yet to his will, ventured once more into that torrent of peril. Virginia, cool and alert, pressed the bridle rein against her horse's neck to turn him. On the bank Lounsbury and Vosper gazed in fascinated terror. Buster wheeled, struggling to keep his feet. Mulvaney pushed on, clear to the deepest, wildest portion of the stream.
He thought a moment, passing a hand over his clean-shaven face. "You'd have to be relieved even then, John, I should think." "Not at all." "But you might. In that case " He drew Lounsbury close, and spoke with his lips to the storekeeper's ear. "But you understand," he said aloud as he concluded, "that I know nothing about it. If I hear of it, I shall be very displeased, very."
But when Lounsbury brought up beside Fraser, and the two seemed to be occupying themselves with nothing in particular, the onlookers laid the shot to an over-venturesome water-rat, and so withdrew from their points of vantage. "What is it?" was the storekeeper's first breathless demand. The young officer, hands on hips, nodded straight ahead. "You see those willows just below the cut?" he asked.
December 8, 1830 the Americans in Paris gave General Lafayette a dinner over which Cooper presided. And, says Professor Lounsbury, "in a speech of marked fervor and ability, he had dwelt upon the debt due from the United States to the gallant Frenchman, who had ventured fortune and life to aid a nation struggling against great odds to be free."
They're laying out a railroad." "A railroad? You don' say! How'll it come?" "Why, right this way." Lancaster caught the other by the bootstrap. "Shore?" he asked. "Sure," repeated Lounsbury; "sure as death and taxes. It's bound to run somewhere between the coulée and Medicine Mountain, and it'll stop at least for a few years at the Missouri.
William H. Bishop, whose novels I always liked for the best reasons, and has long held Professor J. T. Lounsbury, who is, since Professor Child's death at Cambridge, our best Chaucer scholar. Mr. Donald G. Mitchell, once endeared to the whole fickle American public by his Reveries of a Bachelor and his Dream Life, dwells on the borders of the pleasant town, which is also the home of Mr.
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