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An' phwat'll ye be doin'? Peelin' praties fer that dommed pisener in th' kitchen. Ye've only been laid up t'ree days an' talk av goin' to wor-rk. Man! Av Oi was lucky enough to git squose loike that, Oi'd make ut lasht a month av Oi had to pour ink on me foot to kape up th' color." "I'm going to Hilarity for a cook," insisted Bill.

He was here peelin' 'taters for supper, cookie says, jest b'fore we landed. Now he's sloped." "He saw you comin', it's likely," rejoined Preston. "He suspected what you was after." "Well, I'm goin' to leave Daggett. And, Lem!" "Yes, sir?" said that slouching person. "You got to get him. Now mind that.

Everybody peel an apple with the peelin' all in one piece and then throw it over the right shoulder, and whatever letter it makes on the floor is the initial of the person you're goin' to marry." "All right. Now, Millie, no cheatin'," teased Uncle Amos. "Don't you go peel yours so it'll fall into a Z, for I know that Zach Miller's been after you this long while already." "Ach, him?

"Flamby, she was peelin' potatoes in the porch, and she jumps up and runs down to the gate all on fire. The hounds was bayin' all round her as fierce as tigers, and she took no more notice of 'em than if they'd been flies. She see old John first, and she calls to him to get the pack out of the garden, in a way it isn't for me to say...."

"Phat was Oi doin'? Sure Oi was washin' the dishes, cl'anin' the silverware, peelin' the praties, shellin' the beans, cleanin' the lamps, fixin' the " "Ahem! You mean you were doing the housework, eh?" "Yis, sur." "While you were in the house, did you leave the kitchen?" "Only to go to the ciller fer a scuttle o' coal."

'Fo' you hed yo' sense back dey wanted ter stick you over yonder in dat ole blue shanty wid all de skin peelin' off hit, but I des put my foot right down en 'lowed dey 'ouldn't. W'at you wan' ketch mo'n you got fur?" "But I can't stay here," weakly remonstrated Dan, "and I must have something to eat I tell you I could eat nails. Bring me anything on God's earth except green corn."

"I tried him onct. So Bailey give you a job, eh?" "Kind of a job. Mostly peelin' potatoes and helpin' round the house. Ma Bailey says I'm worth any two of the men helpin' round the house. And I found out one thing what Ma Bailey says round here goes." "You bet! She's the boss. If Ma don't like a guy, he don't work long for the Concho.

Ye can see by the look of her that she never was meant to work, but just to get everything done for her. Can ye picture her peelin' tatties? The verra thocht's rideeclus. She's juist for lookin' at, like the floors and a' the bonnie things ... But it's thae new folk that pit up ma birse. That Mrs. Duff-Whalley, crouse cat!

"Now guide right! Hep, hep, hep parade rest here you are! And here's the blank you write it on. Now go to it!" "I er but I'm not quite sure," protests Ferdie, peelin' off one of his chamois gloves, "I'm not quite sure of just what I ought to say." "That bein' the case," says I, "it's lucky you ran into me, ain't it? Now what's the argument?" Course it was a harrowin' crisis.

A troubled look came into Scipio's pale eyes. He doubted his purpose in face of his friends' astonishment. "Why, yes. That's how I was thinking," he said weakly. "Y'see, I guessed it would soften the dirt quicker, and make it easy wipin' it off." "But ain't you scared o' them peelin'?" inquired Sandy, refusing to be left out of the discussion. Scipio looked perplexed. "Peelin'?" he said.