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"M-hm," said Eddie, the image taking shape in his mind's eye. "And his brown coat all trimmed with fur, an' his funny peaked hat? An' his red nose? W'y, course you did." The boy nodded his head. He was sure now. Yes. Faith was lost in sight. He believed. "I expect he's in the closet now. Go look." "No. You." He clung to D. "I can't.
And there were two or three other fellows with badges on that went around shouting: "Select your podners for the next quadrille! One more couple wanted right over here!" Dancing. M-hm. The fiddler "called off" and chanted to the tune, with his mouth on one side: "Sullootch podners! First couple forward and back. Side couples the same. Doe see do-o-o-o.
The children could hardly believe their ears. "Oh, Ruddy," whispered Ann in Rudolf's ear, "what kind of dreams do you suppose Aunt Jane will get?" "Sh! Listen, he's going to tell us," answered Rudolf. The Sandman was gravely consulting his list. "M-hm Cook-that-likes-living-in-the-Country! Step this way, ma'am, and don't take any more room than you can help.
"Prussian," rasped McKay. "M-hm! Done time in the Kaiser's army, too, even if he has been here since before the war. But he's treating us pretty white." The captain made no answer. Their eyes followed the big figure until they saw it go sliding away toward Peru in a canoe propelled by two languid townsmen. Then McKay dropped a hand on Tim's shoulder. The red-lashed eyes flew open instantly.
"Barefoot man. Didn't leave much trace, but enough to show he was here. Let's look at that arrow." Back to the hollow tree they went, retrieving McKay's pistol on the way. About a yard above the earth a long shaft projected from the bark. Knowlton reached for it, but McKay held him back and drew it out. "M-hm! Thought so!" he muttered. "Poisoned." "Oof! Nice, gentle sort of a cuss," rumbled Tim.
"Mother," she began, "I'm not going to wash the window sills upstairs this cleaning morning." "Now, Maizie," said Suzanna, conciliatingly, "don't you remember Who smiled at you once?" "M-hm, I remember," said Maizie, without change of expression, "but I'm not going to wash the window sills." A little silence ensued. Then Suzanna offered a suggestion.
You show some elderly person from out of town the church across the street from the Astor House, and say: "That's St. Paul's Chapel. General Montgomery's monument is in the chancel window. George Washington went to meeting there the day he was inaugurated president," and your friend will say: "M-hm."
"Henry!" "Yes, dear." "Did you lock the side-door?" No answer. "Henry! Did you?" "Did I what?" "Did you lock the side-door?" "In a minute now." "Yes, but did you?" "M-hm. I guess so." "'Guess so! Did you lock that side-door? They got in at Hilliard's night before last and stole a bag of clothes-pins." "Oh, put down that book, and go and lock the side-door.
She thrust her small person in between the notice and the reader, and scrutinised the tanned face, on which the Rochester burners shed a flood of light. "You lookin' mighty serious," she said. "Am I?" "M-hm! Thinkin' 'bout home sweet home?" "N-no not just then." "Say, I told you 'bout a 'bout me. You ain't never told me nothin'."
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