mm-m-m

Updated: May 18, 2025

"Pardon me," says he, "but before we go any further just how much of that rubbish do you mean to transcribe?" "Why," says Ruby, starin' at him vacant, "I I took down just what you said." "Mm-m-m!" says he sarcastic. "My error. And er that will be all." Then, when she's gone, he growls savage: "Delightful, eh? You noticed her, didn't you, Torchy?" "The mouth breather?" says I. "Sure! That's Ruby.

Sewell Ford - Torchy, Private Sec.

Catching the scent hot and fresh, Susan Gluck's Orphan came dashing up-wind giving tongue, or rather, nose, voluptuously. "Mm-m-m! Snmmff!" inhaled the Orphan, wrinkling ecstatic nostrils. "Mister, lemme smell it some more!" Graciously the dispenser of fragrance waved his balm-laden handkerchief. "Like it, kiddie?" he said. "Oh, it's grand!" She stretched out her little grimy paws.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square