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Each sentence came as if torn piecemeal from his unwilling tongue; short, jerky phrases, conceived in pain and delivered in agony. "We me'n Hank Rowan comin' from the North made a stake on the Peace. They started it at the Stone yuh know Writin'-Stone. Hank an' me you'll find Hank in the cottonwoods Stony Crossin'. I tried tried t' make Walsh.
Me'n Miss Ann has been visitin so long we ain't entered much inter housekeepin', but somehow we seem so sot an' statiumnary now that it comes nachul ter both er us ter len' a han'." "That's nice," laughed Judith. "I do hope you and Cousin Ann and Cupid and Puck will all feel at home.
"I'll be so good to you and love you as though I were your own mother. You can have a pony to ride and a bicycle and skates " "Gee whilikins!" exclaimed Peter. "I will adopt you " "'Dopt me! No you won't! I didn't know you meant to 'dopt me. Me'n Polly ain't ever gonter git 'dopted. We's gonter jes' live along here till we gits growed up an' maybe our mother won't be dead an' will come find us.
"'Well, says Buck sort o' sheepy, 'I was some woiked up meself, an' time he come along I give him the spook's tackle without thinkin'; I was too skeered ter think. Hush, Ranch. Hush, old boy. It's jus' me'n Bill. Nobody shan't hoit yer.
Me'n Polly has to be together all the time," an expression of agony on his face. "Don't we, Polly?" "Yes, yes, Peter darling!" "Well you would hardly stand in your brother's light," spoke the lady a bit sharply. "It would certainly be to his advantage to come and live with me and my husband. He would take our name and be brought up exactly as though he were our own."
"Your mother wasn't afraid of policemen, was she?" "No'm, my mother was jes' 'fraid of mice an' snakes." "Your mother isn't with you, is she?" "No'm, she I reckon she's dead me'n Polly ain't quite sure.
I wa' 'lowin' ter sew up this here cushion so's it would las' 'til me'n Miss Ann gits time ter have this here ca'ige reumholzered. We're thinkin' a nice sof' pearl gray welwit will be purty. What do you think, Mr. Jeff?"
Why doan't you put up four and let that Peewee kid hev one all by hisself?" "Do you think I can do it in six weeks?" Tom asked. "I've seed a Injun stockade throwed up in three days," Uncle Jeb answered. "Me'n General Custer throwed up Fort Bendy in two nights; that wuz in Montanny. Th' Injuns thought we wuz gods from heaven.
I'm a thinkin' that when I goes on my trip I mought fin' a good cook ter holp Miss Judy out. Her maw am p'intedly 'posed ter nigger gals, but she ain't called on ter be. Me'n you knows by lookin' on with one eye that Mrs. Buck air mo' hindrance than help ter Miss Judy. You ain't gonter put no bans on my goin' air you, Miss Ann?
"How can a body tell what that child is studyin' about?" sez I. "You're with her most of the time fact is, about all you do is to play with her these days." "Any time my work here don't suit you," I began; but he snaps in, "It ain't a question o' work. If you amuse her you're worth more to me'n any other ten men; but I have some rights. I want to know what you think." "Have you asked her?" sez I.
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