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"Do you think you look as healthy as I do?" Tom repeated. "No-o-o-o," admitted Alf. "But you're older'n me." "Not so much, as years go," Tom rejoined. "For that matter, if you go on with your cigarettes you'll be an old man before I get through with being a young man. Fill up your chest, Alf; expand it -like this."
It was simple enough, now that he understood. Of course with a wedding in view, naturally she was grown-up; and a girl, whenever she got grown-up, could not let her braids hang down her back. And as for fine hands "Y' mean y've heard from the Prince?" he demanded. She laughed. "No-o-o-o! Oh, Johnnie, you silly!" He knit his brows and regarded her reprovingly.
Thomas Murray Smith is an unspoiled millionaire. If he weren't so serious and quite so dangerously near forty well, I don't know." "Have you kept No. 3 for the last because he's the best?" "No-o-o-o. Because he's the nearest. He followed me down. You can see his name in all its luster on the Hotel Kast register, when you get back to the city Preston Fairfax Fitzhugh Carroll, at your service."
"No-o-o-o it would hardly do to leave lambs scattered around on the prairie all night even if their mothers were with them. Coyotes would get them." "Oh, dear! Don't you think, Mr. Brown, that that man is quite certain to get back sometime to-day?" "I don't see how he can stay away much longer. He knows mighty well he has my horse, too. He might come along any time."
"You don't mean you are sacking me, do you, sir?" half-whimpered Peter. "No-o-o-o! Be off. Go amongst the men and pick up every bit of news you can, and don't shrink " "Not me, sir." "And what you can't get from the men, ask any officer you meet." "I say, Mister Archie, sir!" "Say you are asking it for me." "That's better, sir. Then I'm off."
The little girl's eyes, wandering upward, took note of Jane's papa's house, and of a fierce young gentleman framed in an open window up-stairs. He was seated, wore ink upon his forehead, and tapped his teeth with a red penholder. "Who is that?" she asked. "It's Willie." "Is it your papa?" "NO-O-O-O!" Jane exclaimed. "It's WILLIE!" "Oh," said the little girl, apparently satisfied.
Dropping all of his packages, and fishing the cigars from a top vest-pocket, he stalked boldly into the bedroom. "Say!" he began, "here's a couple o' flora dee rope. Smoke you' blamed haid off!" Then, as Barber, grunting, reached a grateful hand for the gift, "An', say! I've brung the kid some more of all what y' burned up. So tell me right now if y' got any objections." "No-o-o-o!" crossly.
"Am I pretty, Melisse?" "No-o-o-o." "Then why" he shrugged his shoulders suggestively "in the cabin " "Because you were brave, Jean. I love brave men!" "You were glad that I pummeled the stranger, then?" Melisse did not answer, but he caught a laughing sparkle in the corner of her eye as she left him. "Come home, Jan Thoreau," he hummed softly, as he went to the store.
"Do you know what grannie has given you, Willie?" said his mother. "Yes, mother such a pretty brass medal!" "Show it me, dear. Why, Willie! it's no brass medal, child; it's a sovereign!" "No-o-o-o! Is it? O grannie!" he cried, and went dancing about the room, as if he would actually fly with delight.
You must hurry, Mr. Gamble." "Yes, I will," and he tried to hitch his chair closer. "You're telephoning from the house, then?" "No-o-o-o!" and he thought he detected a stifled snicker. "I left him with Aunt Pattie and slipped out for a minute." Him! Him, eh? And she had slipped out to telephone her friend, Johnny, the bit of hot information!
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