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Junior came first, naturally, because he lived nearest and Mary Jane noticed that his pocket bulged in a most curious fashion. "Of course you didn't have to bring me a present," she said calmly, "but if you did, why don't you give it to me right away now, so it don't muss up your pocket?"
"No; I don't think he was. I heard him whistling down at the bottom. There was a light in this room then, and it was put out; or it might have been put out just before I heard him whistling." "How long was he in here before you came in?" was asked. "Oh, about half a minute, I reckon." "Not long enough to make all this muss with the papers?" "Of course not.
"No, no! be a good boy, don't muss me up now!" She wore a plain, navy-blue skirt ... wore a white middy blouse with blue, flowing tie ... easy shoes that fitted snug to her pretty little feet ... her eyes never held such depths to them, her face never shone with such beauty before. I wore a brown sweater vest with pearl buttons ... corduroy trousers ... black oxfords ... a flowing tie....
I took particular notice of him when I served in her, because of his colour and size, and his sulky temper." "Jim," broke in the old man's voice, quaveringly, "you haven't murdered any one, hev' you?" The half-caste raised his dark, lowering face and looked at his father, and for a moment or so he breathed heavily. "Yes, dad. I killed th' man. We had a muss in Valparaiso, an' I knifed him."
Snipes was afraid to enter room No. 8, but he could hear from the outside the old man challenging Alf Wolfe in a resonant angry voice that rang through the building. "Whew!" said Snipes, crouching on the stairs, "there's goin' to be a muss this time, sure!" "Where's my son? Where have you hidden my son?" demanded, the old man.
The schoolroom's ez neat as a pin, an' pitchers on the walls wuth a day's journey to see. They're havin' a room built onto the farther end a kind of er relief hospital, so Father Honoré told me ter help out when the quarrymen git a jammed foot er finger, so's they needn't be took home to muss up their little cabins an' worrit their wives an' little 'uns.
"Clear up that muss, both of you," said Dick to Sam and Fred. But the latter demurred. It was Sam's fault he started the racket. "I won't touch it." And Fred proceeded to go to bed. "I reckon we had best dust," said one of the boys from another dormitory. "So you had!" burst out Tom.
It's 'most starved and frozen to death, and Fan's awful 'fraid it may die. She wants me to steal it for her, so that she may have it better taken care of, and I was going to do it last night, when I got into a muss." "Who's the woman that boards it?" "She lives in a cellar, and is drunk every night.
The mountains of Austrian Tyrol were to them "die Alpen seines Vaterlandes," and the song with the refrain, "Lieb Vaterland muss grösser sein" echoed from the rocks, "My beloved Fatherland must be greater"; may not this be the expression of a noble patriotism? But it so easily turns to "my country must have more, must take more," and becomes the very watchword of greed.
"You little idiot," he said, "when your Uncle Jack's brains get ossified, just give the sad news to the press. You're jest itchin' to get in a muss and get plugged. I ain't. I figure to ride down the Moonstone Trail, steerin' the Guzzuh with one hand and smellin' a bunch of roses in the other. Watch my smoke. Now, beat it!" Louise, coming blithely from the living-room, nodded to Overland.
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