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Pepper, "you needn't do that," seeing Polly take up some sewing after doing up the room and finishing the semi-weekly bake; "you're all beat out with that tussle over the stove; that sack'll have to go till next week." "It can't, mammy," said Polly, snipping off a basting thread; "we've got to have the money; how much'll he give you for it?" "Thirty cents," replied Mrs. Pepper.
How much'll you take for the loan o' that spy-glass o' yourn?" "Let me see your papers." "Papers?" "Yes, your papers." "Hain't got none." "What's that?" "Hain't got none." "You haven't any papers?" "Nary paper." The officer's brow grew dark. He looked around the vessel once more, and then looked frowningly at Captain Corbet, who encountered his glance with a serene smile.
"O, there are two or three men around here that I kin sell 'em to for big money. I ought to make a clean thousand off 'em if I make a cent." "How much'll I git out o' that?" inquired Groundhog anxiously. "Well, you ain't entitled to nothin' by rights. I've hived this crowd all by myself, and kin work 'em all right.
Dick modestly replied that he could, according to the Eastern idea of horsemanship. "You don't need to be half horse to ride one of that bunch. But over there in the other field I've iron-jawed broncos I wouldn't want you to tackle except to see the fun. I've an outlaw I'll gamble even Laddy can't ride." "So. How much'll you gamble?" asked Laddy, instantly.
"Now, then." "'Ow much'll you bet, Bob," ses Sam Jones, with a wink at the others. "I can see you winking, Sam Jones," ses Bob Pretty, "but I'll do more than bet. The last bet I won is still owing to me. Now, look 'ere; I'll pay you sixpence a week all the time you're beating if you promise to give me arf of wot you get if you're shot. I can't say fairer than that."
Susan sat up, rubbed her eyes, yawned, brushed her hair back, put a sly, smiling look into her face. "How much'll you give me to go?" she asked. "Where's the fifteen that was in my stocking?" "I've got it for you," said the madam. "How much did I make tonight?" "There was three at five apiece." Three! not only the two, but a third while she lay in a dead stupor. Susan shivered.
"How much'll dat be a man, massa?" asked Cromwell. "Six hundred and sixty pounds," I answered. The poor fellow was so transported that, after staring at me in silence with the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, he tossed up his hands, burst into a roar of laughter, and made several skips about the deck.
I'll quit plowing this afternoon in time to harrow and sow all the ground that's ready. Then, so much'll be all done and well done. It's curious how seed, if it goes into the ground at the right time and in the right way, comes right along and never gets discouraged.
I don't care about the towing part, because if I can get aboard and pilot her in, I can hand the towing over to those who'll take care of me. Dan, you're a good boy. How'll you do it?" "No time to tell now," said Dan. "Meet me at Pier 3 in an hour." "Say," cried Captain Barney, as Dan hurried away; "how much'll it be? Not too much " Dan stopped short. "Nothing!" he roared.
Maybe they'll in a way mark out a course upon which my idees can travel a good bit of a way betwixt this and morning, and even that much'll be an advantage gained.
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