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Racey Dawson nodded his head as one does when a subject is closed, hitched up his chaps, and started blithely round the hotel. Swing Tunstall followed in haste, caught up with his friend and fell into step at his side. "This ain't any of yore muss, Swing," Racey said, mildly. "It's gonna be," was the determined reply. "You shut up." Racey grinned at nothing and stuck his tongue in his cheek.

We could sit on it and crack nuts, roast apples, chestnuts, and warm our cider, then sweep all the muss we made into the fire. The wall paper was white and pale pink in stripes, and on the pink were little handled baskets filled with tiny flowers of different colours. We sewed the rags for the carpet ourselves, and it was the prettiest thing.

"I look like a fright, I know," she said. "I was tired after church, and slipped off my dress and lay down. My hair is all in a muss." "It is such lovely hair that it looks pretty anyway," said Rose. Lucy drew a strand of her hair violently over her shoulder. It almost seemed as if she meant to tear it out by the roots. "Lucy!" said her mother. "Oh, mother, do let me alone!" cried the girl.

That was the protection the traders had; and it warn't very often the Indians fell foul of them, except it might be a muss got up over the fire-water. "When the news came down to St. Louis there was a good deal of talk about it; but it got about that these fellows had been taking up trash, and the general verdict was that it sarved 'em right.

I'm not blushing!" she cried, stinging with her inability to control the too ready red. He ran his hand over the smooth glaze of her hair. "Don't!" "Let's see if it will muss. I'll wager it's painted on." "It grows that way," she said, levelly. "I like it! Clean as a whistle. Interesting. In fact, you're a mighty interesting young woman, if you want to know it, Miss Luella Parlow."

She knew she'd want to muss Jo's hair, and sit on his knee, and even quarrel with him, if necessary, without the awareness of three ever-present pairs of maiden eyes and ears. "No! No! We'd only be miserable. I know. Even if they didn't object. And they would, Jo. Wouldn't they?" His silence was miserable assent. Then, "But you do love me, don't you, Emily?" "I do, Jo.

"But," continued the Interpreter, "you muss not nottice me frind nowhar. Unerstand?" "Oh yes, I think I do," returned Mark, with an intelligent look. "I suppose he does not wish people to think that he is helping or favouring us?" "That's him! you's got it!" replied the Interpreter, quite pleased apparently with his success in the use of English.

Vandover remained silent, his hands still clasped back of his head, staring at the opposite wall with eyes that saw nothing. The little clock began to strike ten. "I don't know, Van," said Geary; "I don't like to do this, and yet I would like to help you out of this muss.

Thereupon a young sprig, from the East, blustered like a Shanghai rooster, and began to sass the conductor with his chin music. That gentleman delivered the young aspirant for a muss one of his elegant little left-handers, which so astonished him that he began to feel for his shooter. Whereupon Mr. Slum gently raised the youth, carried him forth, and set him down just outside the car to cool off.

He's a long-armed, short-legged, gimlet-eyed feller with a head like a egg upside down. You could split a board on that feller's head and never muss a hair. I never saw a man that had a chin like Matt Hall. They say a big chin's the sign of strength, and if that works out Matt must have a mind like a brigadier general. His face is all chin; chin's an affliction on Matt Hall; it's a disease.