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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Well, let me see; I'll have in altogether, I daresay, this year, about thirty-five acres of wheat I suppose as good a wheat " "Damn the wheat!...OOH!" "Eh!" said Dad, "why, I never thought toothache was THET bad! You reminds me of this old cow we be eatin'. SHE moaned just like thet all the time she was layin' in the gully, afore I knocked 'er on the head."
"Of course they do; only this happens to be the dry season," said Mollie, instructively, from the heights of her superior intelligence. At least, that is what she called it. "I'll say it's dry," grumbled Grace. "Ooh, look," Amy interrupted ecstatically. "Isn't that a cactus over there? Oh, I've wanted all my life to see some real cacti. Now I know we're in the West."
"Ooh, then, no, alanna, but I'd just thank ye for a dhrink of cowld wather, if ye plase; an' that may be the strengthenin' of us a bit."
Who is the dark lady with the slight moustache sitting there next to Guy? Sir Godfrey, who is the dark lady? No, I don't mean Mary Fitton. Over there! Mrs. Roperstone. Ooh. The Mrs. Roperstone. With spinach. A lot of spinach. There's Mr. Evesham laughing again. He's greatly amused. Unusual for him to laugh twice. At least, aloud. Stratton, don't you think? exactly like a little shepherdess.
At that Joel gave a loud howl, nearly upsetting Polly from her stone; then, digging his two fists into his eyes, he plunged forward and thrust his black head on the folded hands in her lap. "I ain't naughty," he screamed. "I ain't, and Mamsie won't care. O dear ooh ooh!"
The engine bell clanged warning, the wheels began slowly to turn. "Ooh! You'll get left and have to walk!" cried the little girl, in big-eyed alarm. "All right, baby you take the spotted one!" Lance called over his shoulder as he ran. He was smiling when he swung up the steps. No longer did he feel that he must kill the harsh-voiced man.
They run and leap and make it impossible to get at the foe in their midst, who at that very moment may be fastening his teeth in the throat of a helpless member of the flock. But the shepherd is with them. He knows what to do even at such a time. He leaps to a rock or hillock that he may be seen and heard. Then he lifts his voice in a long call, something like a wolf's cry: 'Ooh! ooh!
The doctors were busily engaged with the wounded man the shape of whose head seemed familiar to Prince Andrew: they were lifting him up and trying to quiet him. "Show it to me.... Oh, ooh... Oh! Oh, ooh!" his frightened moans could be heard, subdued by suffering and broken by sobs. Hearing those moans Prince Andrew wanted to weep.
The dancers rarely sing while performing their evolutions, though they will end up a measure at times with a loud 'Ooh! Ooh! or 'Wahl Wah! There are two dances they think very clever: one a sort of in and out movement with the knees, while keeping the feet close together.
What is it?" The post gasped and stammered; then "Ooh!" he shivered in horror, and covered his eyes, at a sudden picture in his brain. "Speak!" said a man solemnly. "They have they have they have a' killed themselves," stammered the postman, pointing to the Gourlays. Their loins were loosened beneath them.
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