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David had the axe in a jiffy, and when Doctor Joe removed the cover the box was found to be filled with books. "O-h-h!" breathed the boys in unison. "'Tis fine! Oh, I've been wishin' and wishin' for books t' look at and read!" exclaimed Margaret.
"O-h-h, Gil!" came the throaty call of Burns; and Gil, with a last, earnest warning, left her hurriedly. Jean sat down on a rock and meditated, her chin in her palms, and her elbows on her knees. Vague shadows; of thoughts clouded her mind and then slowly clarified into definite ideas. Unconsciously she had been growing away from her first formulated plans.
Fancy him opposite to you day after day, stinging you with honeyed shafts and opposing you with obstacle after obstacle, while leering with hypocrisy. Put yourself in my place for an instant, and blame me if you can." "Oh," said Washington, with a deep growl of disgust, "o-h-h!" But he would not discuss his Secretary of State, even with Hamilton.
But she was not speaking the whole truth, for the girl had been thinking what a bulwark of strength Bud and his followers would have been against the vague menace of Red Bill. It was late that night after midnight as well as Peggy could judge that she was awakened by Jess bending over her cot in the tent that both girls shared. "O-h-h! Peggy, Peggy! I'm frightened!" wailed the girl aviator's chum.
Dorothy plumped off her saddle into the arms of several waiting cowboys. She could scarcely walk. Far removed in appearance was she from her usual stylish self. Her face was hidden by a limp and lopsided hat. From under the disheveled brim came a plaintive moan: "O-h-h! what a-an a-awful ride!" Mrs. Beck was in worse condition; she had to be taken off her horse. "I'm paralyzed I'm a wreck.
"Whipped your hands?" cried Lisbeth, clasping him closer, and glaring at me, "Whipped your hands how dare he! What for?" "'Cause I cut the rope an' let the boat go away with you, an' you might have been drowned dead in the weir, an' I'm awfull' glad Uncle Dick whipped me." "O-h-h!" exclaimed Lisbeth, and it was a very long drawn "oh!" indeed. "I don't know what made me do it," continued the imp.
The weekly mail had just arrived at the Flying U ranch. Shorty, who had made the trip to Dry Lake on horseback that afternoon, tossed the bundle to the "Old Man" and was halfway to the stable when he was called back peremptorily. "Shorty! O-h-h, Shorty! Hi!" Shorty kicked his steaming horse in the ribs and swung round in the path, bringing up before the porch with a jerk.
He had never had a headache like that. "If you could only fall asleep," Tom said. "Well, I guess I will; I'm pretty good at falling," his friend observed. "I fell for you, hey Slady? O-h-h! My head!" "It's the same with me," said Tom. "You got one too? Good night!" "I mean about what you were saying about falling for me. It's the same with me."
"O-h-h! Jess!" shouted Roy derisively. "Well, she can, and you know it, too," declared Jess loyally. "Why that's so, isn't it?" cried Mr. Bell, glad of this way out of his difficulty. After that there was nothing for Peggy to do but to give in gracefully. The two girls were ready to start back when Mr. Bell reached into his pocket and drew forth a bit of carefully folded paper.
"Poor Jacoba!" exclaimed Doña Pomposa; "her stern heart is heavy this day. But she has such a sense of her duty, Anastacia. Only that makes her so stern." "O-h-h-h, y-e-e-s." When Aunt Anastacia was preoccupied or excited, these words came from her with a prolonged outgoing and indrawing. "I must ask her for the recipe for those cakes the lard ones, Anastacia. I have lost it." "O-h-h, y-e-e-s.
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