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"A nigger ride my mop! my new mop!" exclaimed Mrs. Nichols, rolling up her eyes in astonishment, while Miss Nancy, turning to John, said, "In the name of the people, how do you live without mops? I should s'pose you'd rot alive!"
After a moment she eyed him shrewdly and continued: "You've got something on your mind besides that tangled mop of hair, big boy. Tell it to Red-Top." "Nothing much...." "Come on, 'fess up it's good for the soul. You can't fool your own wife, guy; I know your little winning ways too well." "Let me finish, woman; I was about to bare my very soul.
"Do you think he is a coward?" persisted Ben. "No," said Mop, "I know he ain't no coward. He don't fight like no coward." This appeared to satisfy Ben, but Larry, moving slightly nearer, took up the word for himself. "And would you say my mother was a coward?" he asked in a tense voice, his body gathered as if for a spring. "Larry, I wouldn't say nothing about your mother," replied Mop earnestly.
Julie, very pretty, with a perceptible little new air of dignity, went upstairs to freshen hair and gown, and Harry, pushing his straw hat back the better to mop his forehead, immediately engaged Doctor Tenison's attention with the details of what sounded to Margaret like a particularly uninteresting operation, which he had witnessed the day before.
Take a dare, Take a dare, Chase a cat, And hunt a hare." Ben looked critically at Larry as if appraising the quality of his soul. "Joe can't lick you with one hand tied behind his back, can he, Larry?" "I don't want to fight Joe," persisted Larry still smiling. "Ya, ya," persisted Mop. "Here, Joe, you knock this chip off Larry's shoulder." Mop placed the gauge of battle on Larry's shoulder.
For these things John Tom had grafted on him at college along with metaphysics and the knockout guard for the low tackle. But for his complexion, which is some yellowish, and the black mop of his straight hair, you might have thought here was an ordinary man out of the city directory that subscribes for magazines and pushes the lawn-mower in his shirt-sleeves of evenings.
But even after a three hour session among the white goods sales Vee still remembered the Stribbles, so about five o'clock we finds ourselves divin' into a basement that's none too clean and are being received by a tall, skinny female with a tously mop of sandy hair bobbed up on her head.
The mop flapped about her chair legs, the water splashed the stove. Scipio was hurrying, and consequently floundering. It was his endeavor not to disturb his wife more than was necessary. Finally he wrung out his mop and stood it outside the door in the sun. He emptied his bucket upon the few anæmic cabbages which grew in an untidy patch at the side of the hut, and returned once more to the room.
My negro cleaning woman and the grocer's boy. Fortunately, the cleaning woman had brought a broom, a mop, and a bucket. As there were no fires, Aubrey and Mr. Close made one in the furnace; Mary and the grocer's boy or rather the grocer's boy under Mary's direction built one in the range, while I set the woman to sweeping one floor for the carpenters to begin on.
The agent was forced to mop his forehead with his sleeve. "Say, hain't got a cookie or anything, and a cup o' milk, handy?" he said at the end of the first enormous word, which ran the whole length of the barn. Uncle Ethan got him the milk and oookie, which he ate with an exaggeratedly dainty action of his fingers, seated meanwhile on the staging which Uncle Ripley had helped him to build.
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