United States or Micronesia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Sam Slawson an' me'll be fifteen years married come Fourth of July," she announced. "We chose that day, because we was so poor we knew we couldn't do nothin' great in the line o' celebration ourselves, so we just kinder managed it, so's without inconveniencin' the nation any or addin' undooly to its expenses, it would do our celebratin' for us.
One for Mr. Backhouse, one for Mrs. Backhouse, and one for Becky. There's none for you, Tiza." "Nor none for Becky neither," answered Tiza shortly. "Father'll want two. Becky and me'll get bread and dripping." "Well, come along, Tiza, let's take them in." "No, you take them," said Tiza. "Mother won't want to see me no more, and father'll perhaps be coming in."
"Then you didn't believe me?" said he, always with that same smile upon his face; Ellen knew that. "Now that warn't handsome of you and I'm agoing to punish you for it, somehow or 'nother; but it ain't pretty to quarrel with ladies, so Brownie and me'll settle it together. You won't mind that, I dare say."
Yes, don't y' see?" he asked, with a pitiful attempt at a knowing leer. "No, I don't." "Say, mebbe Arizona an' me'll git a nice little job a nice little job. Eh?" "You are talking nonsense, and you know it." "Eh? What?" The little man stood abashed at the girl's tone. "You're only saying all this to get me to sleep to-night, instead of sitting up. Well, I'm not going to.
You can get it made in Charlottetown, if country dressmakers aren't good enough for you, and I'll bake you a wedding cake that'll taste as good as anything you could get in Montreal, even if it won't look so stylish." "What will Father say?" I questioned. "Lots o' things," conceded Aunt Philippa grimly. "But I don't see as it matters when neither you nor me'll be there to have our feelings hurt.
Mallalieu, who was standing on the hearth, warming his broad back at the fire, thrust his hands deeply into his pockets and looked half-sneeringly at his partner out of his screwed-up eyes. "I should advise you to keep yourself cool," he said with affected quietness. "There's more than me'll think a good deal if you chance to let yourself out like that."
You and me'll just go back into the parlour, sonny, and get behind the door, and we'll give Bill a little surprise bless his 'art, I say again." So saying, the stranger backed along with me into the parlour and put me behind him in the corner so that we were both hidden by the open door.
Carlsen was the apparent controller of the schooner. Lund was quick to sense this. "We got to block that Carlsen's game," he said to Rainey. "There's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere an' you an' me got to uncover him, matey, afore we reach Bering Strait, or you an' me'll finish this trip squattin' on the rocks of one of the Four Mountain Islands makin' faces at the gulls.
Let's see how straight you can shoot." As the stranger made no reply, Priest continued, "The next time you have anything to rub in, pick your man better. The man who insults me'll get all that's due him for his trouble." Still eliciting no response, The Rebel taunted him further, saying, "Go on and finish your toast, you patriotic beauty.
Well, you get somethin' to eat, and then throw a saddle on Dex and I'll give you a couple of letters to take to The Junction. And, come to think, you might as well keep right on fannin' it for Stacey and home. They can use you over to the ranch. The missus and me'll take care of Señor Jim." "I take the letter," said Ramon, "but I am come back. I am with the Señor Jim where he goes."
Word Of The Day