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"Piff is paff, and paff is puff!" laughed Ulrich. "When I snap the twigs, you always hear them say 'knack, knack, and 'knack' is a word too. The juggler Caspar's magpie, can say twenty." "But father said so," replied Ruth, arranging the dry sticks. "He toils hard, but not for gold and gain, to find the right words.

"Piff is paff, and paff is puff!" laughed Ulrich. "When I snap the twigs, you always hear them say 'knack, knack, and 'knack' is a word too. The juggler Caspar's magpie, can say twenty." "But father said so," replied Ruth, arranging the dry sticks. "He toils hard, but not for gold and gain, to find the right words.

Piff!" she exclaimed, with that expressive gesture of her hand. "And can I be false," I continued, seeing that Saduko was no good card to play, "to my friend, Umbezi, your father?" "My father!" she laughed. "Why, would it not please him to grow great in your shadow?

"But I am a lame boy much dependent upon a crutch." "You can dispense with it at times," laughed the stranger. "For a good two hours you did without it to-day. It and I have been keeping company. I followed you at a distance, thinking easily to overtake you, when piff! you were gone, and I and the crutch for you see I searched the hole were alone!"

She hardly touches the ground when we find ourselves gazing at an orchard of California figs, zip, the woman picks herself up, gazes comically at the audience for a laugh and receiving none, hops with phenomenal agility up astride of the hood of the auto, piff, a yard of Santa Rosa hens, ping, the husband throws his wife up to the roof of a skyscraper, the commuters gaze solemnly, biff, a scene from Santa Clara, clang, the gates are opened.

I t'ink the same, but I say to him: 'Your head not feel right him too sof'. He shake his head and go down to the field for his horse and ox, and hitch them up together, and go to work making a road. "It is about ten o'clock when the dam thing come. Piff! go a hot splash of air in my face, and then I know that it is all up with Gal Bargon.

No, it is like other balloons, except that well there is needed merely a handful of silvery dust to which you touch a drop of water piff! puff! c'est fini! The balloon is filled." "And what is this silvery dust?" he asked, laughing.

Macumazahn, I am rich in nothing except trouble, for my husband saves, like the ants for winter. Why, he even grudged me this poor kaross; and as for friends, he is so jealous that he will not allow me any." "He cannot be jealous of women, Mameena!" "Oh, women! Piff!

In short," she added, with a burst of truth, "I am the plaything, Nandie is the great lady, and that place suits me ill." "If you love Saduko, you should not mind, Mameena." "Love," she said bitterly. "Piff! What is love? But I have asked you that question once before." "Why are you here, Mameena?" I inquired, leaving it unanswered.

His gasps and grunts could already be heard in the distance, for, notwithstanding his various handicaps, he was surprisingly nimble, and in a few moments a round scarlet face hove into sight, and a round grey body rolled over on the ground by her side. "Piff! piff! whew-w!

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