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Mogilewsky," began Miss Bailey, gently, "there is nothing you could say to her that would make her more sorry than she is. She is broken-hearted already, and if you don't stop talking like that you will make her cry. And then Morris would surely cry too; shouldn't you, dearie?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an," quavered Morris. "You!" groaned Mrs. Mogilewsky. "Be you Morris's teacher?
Had I seen a ma'an, I would have wa'arned and cautioned him to keep to the high road, not to bring his dog inside o' the parkland. No no there was ne'er a ma'an, my lady." He goes on, very slightly exaggerating the time that passed between his shot at the dog and its reappearance, apparently going back to the Castle.
"Is this your child?" she demanded. And he found himself answering meekly: "Yes ma'an." "Then take him away," she commanded. "He is not fit to be with decent children. I refuse to teach him." "You can't refuse," said Mr. Borrachsohn. "It is the law " "Law!" repeated Teacher. "What is the law to you?" She was an open-eyed young person; she had spent some months in Mr.
Here Sadie muttered a threat "to lay him down dead if he tells," and Isidore required promise of safe conduct to his own block before he consented to murmur: "Sadie Gonorowsky." "Did you get the kiss?" "No ma'an." "Do you know anything about this fight?" "No ma'an." "Well, then, you may go home now, and bring your mother with you to-morrow morning."
The doctor was pulling on his thick driving-gloves, to depart. Granny Marrable was opening her letter already. "Bless the boy," said she, "he's writing to both his Grannies with the same pen, so they may not be jealous!" "You may call me a sha'arp ma'an for soomat else, doctor," said Mr. Barlow, locking his undelivered letters into the inner core of the new mail-cart.
I stands by my line und Sadie she makes faces on me with her hand. It ain't polite." This with plaintive self-righteousness. "No ma'an, it ain't polite you makes snoots mit your hand like this."
"Yiss ma'an. Und my mamma has a glad on Eva's mamma, und my gran'ma has a glad on both of papas und both of mammas, und my gran'pa has a glad just like my gran'ma. All, all glad!" As Teacher walked towards Grand Street that afternoon, she met a radiant little girl with a small and most unsteady boy in tow. She recognized Eva and surmised the cousin whose coldness had hurt her even unto tears.
I gives presents on the company over you." "Aint he rather big to speak such broken English?" asked Mr. O'Shea. "I hope you remember that it is part of your duty to stamp out the dialect." "Yes, I know," Miss Bailey answered. "But Morris has been in America for so short a time. Nine months, is it not?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an.
I'm got a present for you," and then recommenced his search in another layer of his many flannels. His efforts being at length crowned with success, he drew forth and spread before Teacher's admiring eyes a Japanese paper napkin. "My sister," he explained. "She gets it to a weddinge." "Oh, Isidore," cried the flattered Teacher; "it's very pretty, isn't it?" "Teacher yiss ma'an," gurgled Isidore.
He couldn't to open his mouth even. But all times he longs out his neck like he should eat und he looks on me und Morris. So Morris he says: 'Ain't it fierce how that bad man makes mit that horse? Something from leather on the face ain't healthy for horses. I guess I takes it off." "But he didn't, Nathan?" "Yiss ma'an, he takes it off.
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