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Ho!" shouted Rhodes, nodding and winking at Mrs. Campbell, "she's getting to be growed-up, ain't she? Last time I come through here she was a little girl in pigtails but now it's done up in curls. And I can't say a word against this no-account Wunpost till she calls me a liar to my face!" "Billy is almost nineteen," answered Mrs. Campbell quietly, "but I'm surprised to hear her contradict."
"Dirty, shiftless muttonheads," repeated Matson. "Ain't I right? Ain't they dirty? Ain't they shiftless so no-account that if they wasn't watched every minute they'd lay down and let me and the factory that supports 'em go to rack and ruin? And ain't they muttonheads? Do you ever find any of 'em saying or doing a sensible thing?" Susan could not deny. She could think of excuses perfect excuses.
And you let Guthrie, that he may stand in solidly with the very woman you have your eye on, sell you what? Fire-extinguishers? Not much! Not fire-extinguishers at all, but useless, no-account lung-testers! Lung-testers, that he makes you pay one hundred dollars for, and that you will have to throw away.
Walky Dexter had started homeward, and Marty and Mr. Day joined the women folk in the sitting room. "Oh, Marty!" Janice exclaimed, "Mrs. Scattergood says there is danger of the poor child's losing her sight again." "And that ain't the wust of it," went on Mrs. Scattergood, bridling. "My darter is an unfortunate woman. I knowed how 'twould be when she married that no-account Drugg.
"Because they were no-account trash themselves!" returned Ware, shaking his head. "We'll all go down in this muss you're fixing for!" he added. "No, you won't, Tom. I'll look out for my friends. You'll be warned in time." "A hell of a lot of good a warning will do!" growled Ware. "The business will be engineered so that you, and those like you, will not be disturbed.
Uncle Silas knowed how powerful he was, and how little chance he had against such a man, and he was scared and worried, and done everything he could think of to smooth him over and get him to be good to him: he even took his no-account brother Jubiter on the farm and give him wages and stinted his own family to pay them; and Jubiter done everything his brother could contrive to insult Uncle Silas, and fret and worry him, and try to drive Uncle Silas into doing him a hurt, so as to injure Uncle Silas with the people.
"That no-account jackass of a Big Junko ain't worth as much per thousand feet as good white pine." Then they noticed a group of men gathering about the office steps, and on it someone talking. Collins, the bookkeeper, was making a speech.
Yes, indeed, Unc' Billy certainly was excited. Old Mrs. Possum sat in the doorway of their home in the great hollow tree and watched Unc' Billy out of sight. Her sharp little eyes seemed to grow sharper as she watched. "Ah done sent that no-account Possum to hunt fo' something fo' dinner, but 'pears to me he's plumb forgot it already," she muttered.
Princess, if you're mystified, was royal in name only a biscuit-tinted lady, with a very black and no-account husband whose habits made it necessary for Princess to let herself into Fanny's four-room flat at seven every morning, and let herself out at eight every evening. She had an incredibly soft and musical voice, had Princess, and a cooking hand. "Mawnin', Miss Fanny.
Nothin'! I come back, and look!" Mrs. Kukor, having seen Johnnie out of the room, turned about. Then, smoothing her checked apron with her plump hands, she glanced at Barber with a deprecating smile. "I haf look," she answered. "Und I know. But he wass yust a poy, und you know poys." "I know boys have t' work," came back Barber, righteously. "If they don't, they grow up into no-account men.
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