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How can I come dressed like th-th-this?" "I'm n-n-not going to the dance." "P-P-P-Pierre!" "I'm not." "Then I am." "W-w-w-without me?" "Y-y-yes." "Jack, you're a flirt." "I hate you, Pierre!" "Thank G-G-G-God! The collar's on." "I can't tie this th-th-thing." "I'll come help you." "N-n-n-no!" "What is it?" "The thing that g-g-goes around me." "C-c-c-corset?" A silence. "Pierre!" "W-well?"
"N-n-not to the best of our knowledge," stammered Chairman Stone. "We have -taken no action along that line." "Are you likely to take any such action tonight?" "I -I -think not." "Thank you, and goodnight, gentlemen. I offer you my apology and 'The Blade's' for having intruded on you in this fashion."
But I don't think any of you are qualified to take even that degree; for a tenderfoot must first be familiar with scout law, sign, salute, and know what his badge means; he must know about our national flag, and the usual forms of salute due to it; and be able to tie some seven or eight common knots. How about that, Bluff?" "N-n-not guilty!" promptly answered the one addressed.
"N-n-not long," answered Truax, quite truthfully. "Take this thermometer under your tongue!" Sam Truax meekly submitted, then sat, perfectly still, while Doctor McCrea paced the brig for two full minutes. Then the "sawbones" took the thermometer from between Truax's lips and inspected it keenly. "Hospital man!" rapped out Doctor McCrea, sharply.
Somehow, she felt ashamed. "N-n-not very," she faltered. No sooner did she partly deny her fear than she experienced a most delicious feeling of security! And this feeling grew as she watched the nearing Policeman. For she saw that he was in a mournful state. It was worry and grief that distorted his face. And it was evident that he had been weeping for a long time, for his cap was full!
Brown looked up and found that he was peering into the muzzle of a double-barrelled gun, probably loaded with buck-shot. The ranchman was pointing it directly at his head, with both triggers cocked. Brown saw he was in earnest, and asked if that was the charter. The ranchman replied that it was. His friend then asked, "What did you do, Brown?" "N-N-Not much.
"Missy no come!" Kow answered, unruffled. "Him say no can come!" "Cherry!" Peter shouted. "Did Alix say she wasn't coming to lunch?" "N-n-not to me!" Cherry answered from the garden. She came up to the porch, with her hands full of short-stemmed roses. "Him go flend house," Kow elucidated. "Fiend heap sick!" "Mrs. Garvin?" Cherry questioned. "Did she stay at Mrs. Garvin's for lunch?
Here at this time of night? Uncle Benjy's eyes grew paralyzed, and his mouth opened and shut like a frog's in a drought, the action producing no sound. 'What have we got here a tin box the box of boxes? Why, I'll carry it for 'ee, uncle! I am going home. 'N-no-no, thanky, Festus: it is n-n-not heavy at all, thanky, gasped the squireen. 'O but I must, said Festus, pulling at the box.
Cherry, an old volume in her hand, was looking at her steadily. "You don't understand, Sis!" she said. "I understand that you don't love Martin," Alix said, perplexed. "But can't people who don't love each other live together in peace?" she added, with a half smile. "N-n-not as man and wife!" Cherry stammered.
"N-n-not if you girls are all going to take things as seriously as that," protested Greg. "Every Gridley High School girl expects the nine to win to-morrow," spoke Laura almost sternly. "Then we're going to win," affirmed Dan Dalzell. "On second thought, I'll sell my footwarmers at half the cost price." "That's the way to talk," laughed Belle.
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