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Budge, stepping forward and placing her bulk between Harkness and Susy. "Bringing this fever what's in the village to this house! Not if my name's Hannah Budge. We've had just 'bout as much of these common carryings-on as I'll stand for with Madame away and " "But, oh, please, Mrs. Budge, Susy's very sick and her grandmother's just died and she's all alone! Harkness, won't you?"
Gee, you ought to smoke a fat black seegar and wear a silk hat when you ride in one of these! I feel like a parade." He was like a boy on a holiday, as always when in Europe. "But let me tell you about this girl, won't you!" "Oh, it's a girl! What's her name? What's she do?" "Her name's Mizzi." "Mizzi what?" "I don't know. She's a hod carrier. She " "That's all right, Wallie. I'm here now.
If we could only get another, and a couple of them krises, we should be regular set up if it come to a scrimmage, as it shall, as sure as my name's Peter. We are going to escape somehow; and if anybody stops us it's a fight. We sha'n't be able to throw the spears like these Malay beggars do, but me and Mister Archie can do bay'net practice with them in a way that will open some of their eyes.
Aren't you English, then?" "No, I'm American. My name's Fred Waring. You're a Russian, aren't you?" "Yes. My name's Boris Suvaroff. This is a summer place my father owns here. He's away. I'm glad of that, because the Germans would have taken him prisoner if he'd been here." For just a moment neither seemed to catch the other's name. Then the Russian boy spoke. "Fred Waring an American?" he said.
After all, he might cry. He nodded negligently. "All right. I don't mind." "P'r'aps, when he knows you're standing up for me, he'll leave me alone." "He'd better." "My name's Rufus Rufus Cosgrave. You see, I was born like this, and my father thought it would be a good joke. I call it beastly." "Mine's Robert." The red-haired boy meditated a little longer.
You're all alike, the whole lot of you. You play a disgraceful trick on me, and then your mother slams the door in my face. You're a pack of fools. When you're just paupers, at my mercy for the roof that covers you, one'd think, even if you hadn't any decency, you might know what side your bread was buttered on. I reckon you expect everyone to lick your shoes because your name's Carter!
Certainly. It would be nice to put his name on the buns with pink sugar, wouldn't it?" "Perks," said Peter, "it's not a pretty name." "His other name's Albert," said Phyllis; "I asked him once." "We might put A. P.," said Mother; "I'll show you how when the day comes." This was all very well as far as it went.
"'Which the mare is brought up an' stands thar with her velvet nose in his face; her name's "Ruth," after Edson's sweetheart. The mare is as splendid as a picture; pure blood, an' her speed an' bottom is the wonder of the army.
"And then a twist?" quizzed the Traveling Salesman earnestly, jotting down the memorandum very carefully on the shiny black surface of his sample-case. "Oh, I hope I ain't been too familiar," he added, with sudden contriteness. "Maybe I ought to have introduced myself first. My name's Clifford. I'm a drummer for Sayles & Sayles. Maine and the Maritime Provinces that's my route.
"`These awful words fell upon my ears," said Jackie gloomily, quoting from a favourite ghost story: "`As brown as a berry, and her name's no more Mary Vallance than mine is!" "But I'm not as brown as a berry," said Mary. "You must have heard wrong. They couldn't have been talking about me at all."
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