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There was no space, there was only a point of wavering. "Ah do mean it." When they lifted their eyes from each other again it was half-past ten. "No' you most go," she said. "But the colonel our fate?" "The co'nel is often oat late, and Ah'm not afraid of ouah fate, no' that we've taken it into ouah own hands." She looked at him with dewy eyes of trust, of inspiration.
Sometimes they are so still you would think them asleep. Then they go laughing and skipping. Outside, in the oat field, they are always chasing each other. They are the wild shadows. The shadows in the orchard are the tame shadows. "Everything seems to be rather tired growing except the spruces and chrysanthemums in Aunt Olivia's garden.
Terriberry gallantly, protruding his upper lip over the edge of his glass something in the manner of a horse gathering in the last oat in his box. Dr. Harpe raised her glass to arms' length and cried exultantly "To my Supreme Moment!" Mr. Terriberry, who had closed his eyes while the cooling beverage flowed down his throat, opened them again. "Huh?"
Then Miss Woodburn cut in, before her father could answer: "The coase of commercialism is on that, too. They are trahing to fahnd oat whethah it will pay." "And they are right-quite right," said the Colonel. "There is no longer any other criterion; and even a work that attacks the system must be submitted to the tests of the system."
All the way around the bay he was promising he'd never steal another oat, so help me Bob! but she was cool toward him." Bela laughed demurely. She loved stories about animals. While he talked on in his light style Sam was warily measuring his rival. "It'll be the biggest job I ever tackled," he thought. "He's got thirty pounds on me, and ring training. But he's out of condition and I'm fit.
"I've just come from the clover-patch myself; and that's twice as far." Daddy Longlegs thanked him. And then he turned and tottered on again. For a long time he walked as fast as he could. It seemed to him that he must have been travelling at least half an hour. But he saw not the slightest sign of the oat field, though he climbed a fence and peered across the rolling meadow.
"Here is a dish of goat's milk and I will soon have some warm oat porridge." Jack felt stronger when he had partaken of the simple food offered him, but he was still too weak to move about very much, and in less than five minutes he was again asleep. He did not awake until the following morning this time, when he found himself in pretty good condition.
"O dear, yes, sir; the neighbours ken the diligence weel, green picked oat wi' red three yellow wheels and a black ane." "Woman, thy special description will not serve it may be only a lie with a circumstance." "O, man, man!" said the overwhelmed Mrs. Macleuchar, totally exhausted at having been so long the butt of his rhetoric, "take back your three shillings, and make me quit o' ye."
DADDY LONGLEGS couldn't help feeling discouraged when Chirpy Cricket told him that he wouldn't be able to reach the oat field before the next morning. "I declare," he said, "if I had known it was such a long journey I wouldn't have tried to go there to help Farmer Green with his harvesting. I've already walked so far that my shoes are all worn out.
Now, note this: the Horse makes up its waste by feeding, and its food is grass or oats, or perhaps other vegetable products; therefore, in the long run, the source of all this complex machinery lies in the vegetable kingdom. But where does the grass, or the oat, or any other plant, obtain this nourishing food-producing material?
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