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'Round here, Nan that's it! Now pull the robe up and tuck it in sit on it. Prince wants to travel to-day. We'll have a nice ride." "Oh-o-o!" gasped Bess, as they started. "Not too fast, Walter." "I won't throw the clutch into high-gear," promised Walter, laughing. "Look out for the flying ice, girls. I haven't the screen up, for I want to see what we're about."
"Oh-o-o, look er here, every bod-e-e-e! New York, New Jerseee, Dilewar hev gone Dimocratic by big majoritees. Great Dimocratic gains throughout ther country."
More to their taste was the performance of Mr. Binks, who was with difficulty persuaded to sit on the platform, where, after fixing his eye on the remotest corner of the ceiling, he began by giving himself a circular twist on his chair and, moving his arm as though he were gently whipping a horse, started with a prolonged "Oh-o-o!" and then stopped, coughed, cogitated, and, gathering courage from the ceiling, started again with a more emphatic
"Oh-o-o!" gasped Dot, who knew something about the "Father of His Country." "He was dead-ed long before that." "Before when?" demanded Ruth, partly waking up to the situation. "Eighteen seventy-eight," repeated Tess, wearily. "Of course I meant seventeen seventy-eight," interposed Agnes. "And at that you're a long way off," observed Neale, who chanced to be at the Corner House that evening.
"Oh-o-o! Terry O'Rann Was a nice young man," and went on to describe in song how some person of that name "Took whisky punch Every day for his lunch."
She opened the box and held up a slender gold necklace set with tiny brilliants. Nancy clasped her hands together, and gasped, "Oh-o-o," in admiration. "There's the name on the clasp," said Mrs. Ferris.
"I beg your pardon," said I, at length, rising up, and looking in the face of my neighbor, who was lying on his back, with his eyes wide open, "I beg your pardon, sir; did you speak to me?" "Oh-h-h-a!" shouted the Englishman, jumping up as if touched with a streak of electricity. "Dear me! ha oh-o-o! How very odd!" "Sir?" "Eh?" "Good-night, sir!" I said, and lay down again.
Ye-o-w!" exclaimed my room-mate, starting up, and gazing wildly at the lively young gentleman with the dog. "Oh-o-o! How very odd!" The jolly sportsman looked at the apparition in perfect amazement. Both stared at each other for a moment, as if such an extraordinary sight had never been witnessed on either side before.
Ah, sir, it seemed as if the baby were pulling him down. He gently pushed the child away. They heard a little cry a kind of a wailing 'Oh-o-o, like that you hear in the chimney. Then, sir, down he went in his tracks a quivering little heap, and lay there at the foot of the tree. Polly and Trove were bending over him. Cap and wig had fallen from his head. He was an old man.
"In truth, no sir," said the Brahmin; "my son-in-law, the Jackal, gave me a melon plant, and in one of the melons I found these jewels." "No, I won't," roared the Brahmin; "oh! oh-o! oh-o-o! don't beat me so; I didn't steal them."
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