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"'Oh, promise me," began Uncle Ted, and then they all joined in and sang: "Oh, promise me that some day you and I Will take a piece of huckleberry pie, Some deviled eggs and strawberry ice cream, And have a picnic down by yonder stream. And then we'll wander through the fields afar, And take a ride upon a trolley car; But we'll come home again in time for tea, Oh, promise me oh, promise me-e-e "

I repeated, thoughtfully, as she cut one of her pigeon-wings, and "Croissart and Froissart!" as she completed another "Moissart and Voissart and Croissart and Napoleon Bonaparte Froissart! why, you ineffable old serpent, that's me that's me d'ye hear? that's me" here I screamed at the top of my voice "that's me-e-e!

Other children can go to the 'movies' after supper, only me-e-e " "Here, honey; Loo's got a dime for you." "Sending that child out along your own loose ways, instead of seeing to it she stays home to help ma do the dishes!" "I'll do the dishes for ma." "It's bad enough for one to have the name of being gay without starting that child running around nights with " "Ida Bell!" "You dry up, Ida Bell!

He struck the instrument in playing with such violence that it shook his whole body, and produced the following ludicrous effect: "Some love to ro-o-o-a-me O'er the dark sea fo-o-ome, Where the shrill winds whistle fre-e-e; But a cho-o-sen ba-a-and in a mountain la-a-a-and, And life in the woo-o-ds for me-e-e."

'Sieur Grandissime, 'tis me-e-e w'ad know 'ow dad is bad, ha, ha, ha! Oh! I assu' you, gen'lemen, id is hawful!" And so on. By and by Honoré seemed urging them to do something, the thought of which made them laugh, yet was entertained as not entirely absurd.

"Maybe I can't climb a pole so good, but who can holler louder'n this? Listen to ME-E-E!" "Shut up!" cried Penrod, irritated. "Go to heaven; go to hell!" "Oo-o-oh!" exclaimed Georgie Bassett, profoundly shocked. Sam and Maurice, awed by Penrod's daring, ceased from turmoil, staring wide-eyed. "You cursed and swore!" said Georgie. "I did not!" cried Penrod, hotly. "That isn't swearing."

He wore a red fez, much askew, and his American trousers and waistcoat were enlivened by a tennis-sash of orange and red and a smoking-coat faced with vivid green. He was smoking a decorated Turkish pipe 'Toor-kaish, he called it and a low table and sundry decorated boxes and packages were his sole stock-in-trade. 'Kum-all-ong! he reiterated. 'Kum-e see-e me-e-e smoke! Easy so no noise; so!