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"Fell strong enough for an auto ride, Elsie?" he twinkled. "Me?" gasped the little girl. "You don't mean me, do you?" "If your name is Elsie Meyer, you're the one," he replied. "Oh, my! O-h, m-y!" she cried. "Polly! Polly! He's goin' to take me to ride!" And she whirled Polly round and round in her excited joy.
"New-chum" is the equivalent of our "tenderfoot" new arrival. And then there is the immortal "My word!" We must import it. "M-y word!" In cold print it is the equivalent of our "Ger-rreat Caesar!" but spoken with the proper Australian unction and fervency, it is worth six of it for grace and charm and expressiveness.
Our form is rude and explosive; it is not suited to the drawing-room or the heifer-paddock; but "M-y word!" is, and is music to the ear, too, when the utterer knows how to say it. I saw it in print several times on the Pacific Ocean, but it struck me coldly, it aroused no sympathy.
Den pooty soon he know it's a-stannin' by de bed! Den den he seem to feel someth' n c-o-l-d, right down 'most agin his head! Den de voice say, right at his year "W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm?" If you've got the pause right, she'll fetch a dear little yelp and spring right out of her shoes.
"New-chum" is the equivalent of our "tenderfoot" new arrival. And then there is the immortal "My word!" "We must import it." "M-y word!" "In cold print it is the equivalent of our "Ger-rreat Caesar!" but spoken with the proper Australian unction and fervency, it is worth six of it for grace and charm and expressiveness.
Our form is rude and explosive; it is not suited to the drawing-room or the heifer-paddock; but "M-y word!" is, and is music to the ear, too, when the utterer knows how to say it. I saw it in print several times on the Pacific Ocean, but it struck me coldly, it aroused no sympathy.
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de 'win, en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n ARM?"
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de win', en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm?" Den he hear de latch, en he know it's in de room!
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