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"If you don't let me do this I'll never marry you, so there!" This from Angel. "Have it your own way, thin," moaned Mary Ellen, capitulating, as usual, under the fire of Angel's pleading, "but moind, if she iver finds us out, it's mesilf will be walkin' the streets widout a character." So began a merry interlude in the drabness of the Handsomebody regime. Mrs.
"Niver moind their blaggard ways." After the confluence with the Grand River came solitude. The land had been swept and garnished: swept by the waters and garnished with horrors; a land of cañons, plateaux, and ranges, all arid; a land of desolation and the shadow of death.
"Howandiver, there's no harrum in tryin' to belave, an' so here goes for the exparimint. If ye'll kape silence a bit, I'll jist collect me moind on the subject, an' we'll see what happens." For a moment the gray, piggish eyes of the Father, and the black, gleaming, mysterious orbs of his visitor were fixed upon each other.
"Let 'em do just as they're a moind to, and not raise a fuss about it?" "Yes." Little Jim straightened himself. "I never seen no parties before," he said, "but I guess I can run it." And then downstairs came the guests and into the parlor to shake hands with General and Mrs. Brady and Jim. The gay company spread themselves through the parlor and sitting-room.
"Ne'r moind, I knaw;" and going close up to his ear and placing his hand on the man's arm, he said, "My Father 'll gie the' this haase, He telled me soa; I've been to Him abaat it, and I have His word on 't; but afore thaa gets it, I want the' to promise me that while I live I shall have my meetin' here."
I wur a quiet chap then, Mester, an' had na many friends, but I had more than I ha' now. Happen I wur better nater'd, but just as loike I wur loigh-ter-hearted but that's nowt to do wi' it. "I had na been here more than a week when theer comes a young woman to moind a loom i' th' next room to me, an' this young woman bein' pretty an' modest takes my fancy.
Ye'll not go shnakin' off wid thim harses. Ye'll bide here till Oi come back." The other made a whimper of protest, but Irish Fallon reached out a great hairy hand and shook him roughly. "Yez moind now, an' Oi mane ut! Here ye shtay. An' av ye ain't here, ye'd bether kape on goin'. F'r th' nixt toime Oi lay eyes on ye Oi'll br-reak ye in two! An' don't ye fergit ut!"
"Worms ha! an excellent name for a sexton," cried Potts. "You provide food for your family, eh, Zachariah?" "Tut tut," rejoined the sexton, testily, "go an' moind yer own bus'ness, mon, an' leave me to moind mine." "Very well, Zachariah," replied Potts.
They were joost frighted, they hollers, and yawps, and looks as white as may be. I fastens Juno oop wi' a strap and they houlds Bess while I poot some snoof t' her nose." "Put what?" Mr. Brook asked. "Joost a pinch of snoof, sir. I heard feyther say as snoof would make dogs loose, and so I bought a haporth and carried it in my pocket, for th' dogs don't moind oi when they are put oot.
O'Callaghan, as she washed vigorously for her boys, was thinking, too. "It's wishin' I am 'twas avenin'," she cried at last, "and then 'twould be off my moind, so 'twould. I can't tell no more than nothin' what Pat'll be sayin'. And what's worse, I can't tell what I want him to be sayin'. 'Tis the best I want him to be doin', but what's the best?
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