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I am a good mind to choke the life out of you," and he squeezed pa's windpipe until pa's tongue run out, when a canvasman came along and hit the man in the ear, and he laid down near a zebra, and the zebra kicked at the man and hit pa, 'cause a zebra is crosseyed and kicks like a woman throws a stone, and no man knows where it listeth.
"Walked out," said the other, dryly. "Huh? Well, them blue bellies are right bright, now. You'll find pack hosses and an outfit at the spring west of the Lazy Y. Know where it is?" De Launay nodded as he felt the cinch of the horse's saddle. "But how the deuce will you get them there? It's nearly ninety miles." "We got a telephone at pa's ranch," said Sucatash, complacently.
A boy whose fiddle has made already enough to set you up in such a fine business, his brother Boris in such a fine college, automobiles style and now because Vladimir Rimsky, three times his age, gets signed up with Elsass for a few thousand more a year, right away the family gets a long face " "Ma, please; Isadore didn't mean it that way!" "Pa's knocking, ma; shall I let him in?"
He sometimes looked at the two girls with a passionless scrutiny, as though he were trying to remember something buried in ancient neglect; and his eyes would thereafter, perhaps at the mere sense of helplessness, fill slowly with tears, until Emmy, smothering her own rough sympathy, would dab Pa's eyes with a harsh handkerchief and would rebuke him for his decay.
If you would learn to weld iron, or to build bridges, or railroads. Or if you would learn business, and go to work in Pa's store." "You do not care for me as I am?" "I knew that you did not understand," she answered passionately. "It is because I care for you that I wish to make you great. You care too much for a good time, for horses, Max.
The meat-eating animals were given a picnic of the freshest beef, with a little so decayed that it was only fit to be buried, for the hyenas and jackals, and every animal was happy. They did their turns better than ever, and the sacred cattle almost acted devilish. Now the animals have declared the strike off, and they want to lick pa's hand.
So pa said: "You are the boss," and he looked so pitiful that I almost cried. When the near-sighted claim agent came to pa, I told him that pa's last words were to beg to be shot, and the man looked at pa's pants, and then at his face, and said: "What hit him? That's the worst case I ever saw in a railroad wreck."
Say, what's good for a black eye?" The grocery man told him his Pa would cure it when he got home, "What do you think your Pa's object was in passing himself off for a single man at Oconomowoc," asked the grocery man, as he charged up the cucumber to the boy's father. "That's what beats me. Aside from Ma's hay fever she is one of the healthiest women in this town.
"Who'd a thought o' seein' you home to tea! I s'pose you ain't had none?" "Yes no. That is, I don't want any. Where is my mother?" "She and your pa's gone down to Dr. Wasgatt's. I knew 'twould be contrary to the thirty-nine articles that they should get away from there without their suppers, and so I let the fire right down, and blacked the stove." "Never mind," said Faith, abstractedly.
"Girls?" repeated Alfred, drawing himself up in the fond conviction that all his heirs were boys, "No wonder your pa's angry. I'd be angry too. Come now," he said to Maggie, patting the child on the shoulder and regarding her indulgently, "you go straight home and tell your father that what HE needs is BOYS."
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