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You never'll get higher. Anything else you are taught in college you'll have to learn over another way after you get out to buck real life." Jim thought this over for a time, then he said: "Do you ever talk to Pen like you do to me? It would do her good." Uncle Denny sniffed. "Don't you worry about Pen's ideas. She's got the best mind I ever found in a girl.
Why 'ain't you been, like a man, an' gi'n yourself up, instid o' livin' here, turnin' my kitchen upside down? Now you tell me all about it! It'll do ye good." "I'm goin'," said the man, breathing hard as he spoke, "I'm goin' away from here tonight. They never'll take me alive. It was this way.
Fisher, and may the Lord give us a chance soon. He's been so good to us." "There never'll come a chance, Mamsie," said Polly, disconsolately, "we're so poor." "Chances come, if people look for 'em," observed Mrs. Pepper, shortly, as she shut the drawer. "We ain't poor," cried Joel, who never could bear to be called so. "Yes, we are," said Polly, positively, "we are poor, Joel.
"O, I don't think she will, Susy. But she's God's little girl, and if He wants her up in heaven He has a right to take her. He never'll take her, though, unless it's best, now certainly." "Sit still, Prudy, just as you are. The moon is shining into the window, on your tears, and it seems as if I could almost see a rainbow in your eyes! There, it's gone now.
"No, I'm goin' to get a knife," she said. "I'll get one," cried Joel, running up to the table drawer; "here's one, Polly." "Oh, dear," groaned Ben; "you never'll get it open at this rate!" But at last it was cut; and they all holding their breath, gazed awe-struck, while Polly drew out the mysterious missive. "What does it say?" gasped Mrs. Pepper.
Jim Slack says a boy who shines his hair up like that, never'll get to be president, not if he lives a thousand years." "Well," said Katy, laughing: "it's something to be clean, even if you can't be president." She was not at all alarmed by Dorry's recent reaction in favor of personal adornment.
King explained that he had been a resident of Hampton Roads just fifteen minutes, and that, having had a pretty good view of the place, he was then making his way out of the door to Charleston, without any breakfast, because there was no room in the inn. "Oh, that never'll do. That cannot be permitted," said his engaging friend, with an air of determination.
"Now is the time," said she to herself; and without waiting for a second thought, which would have been a worse one, she sprang out of bed, and caught Mrs. Parlin by the skirts. "That money is yours, Mrs. Parlin," said she, bravely. "Yours; I found it in the rag-bag. Something naughty came into me this morning, and made me want to keep it; but I'm ever so sorry, and never'll do it again.
"That wasn't for God, Joseph," said the Squire; "'twas all for you. God never'll thank you for running an asylum for paupers fit to work.
For Phronsie who, on hearing Joel fumbling around the precious stockings, had been quite willing to hop out of bed and join him, had now, on Polly's saying the dire words "in the middle of the night," scuttled over to her protecting side like a frightened rabbit. "It never'll be morning," said Joel taking up first one cold toe and then the other; "you might let us have 'em now, Polly."
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