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By now, however, meat had been served, and as I was hungry, having had little breakfast that morning, I stayed to eat. "Piff!" said Mameena, who was standing near me, speaking in a voice that none but I could hear. "When two bucks meet, what happens, Macumazahn?" "Sometimes they fight and sometimes one runs away. It depends very much on the doe," I answered in the same low voice, looking at her.
"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.
And the Admiral light his pipe and say: 'Bully for us, we are not kill! Who is to make the organ play Make it say zoon-kazoon? You with the corunet come this way You are the man, Magillel Piff! poum! kazoon, kazoon!" Now, this is the story of McGilveray the bandmaster of Anstruther's regiment: It was at the time of the taking of Quebec, the summer of 1759.
Sniff ever come so far to lower herself as to marry him, I don't know; but I suppose he does, and I should think he wished he didn't, for he leads a awful life. Mrs. Sniff couldn't be much harder with him if he was public. Similarly, Miss Whiff and Miss Piff, taking the tone of Mrs.
Jack fell asleep from fatigue, and was just dreaming that he was at home eating millet and milk, when suddenly, piff, paff, puff, he heard a shot and started up in terror. What had happened? Only a few paces from him twelve big, horrible robbers, foot-pads, had assembled with their captain, made a fire, roasted an ox, and were just tapping a cask of good wine; they were going to have a carouse.
And the Admiral light his pipe and say: 'Bully for us, we are not kill! Who is to make the organ play Make it say zoon-kazoon? You with the corunet come this way You are the man, Magillel Piff! poum! kazoon, kazoon!" Now, this is the story of McGilveray the bandmaster of Anstruther's regiment: It was at the time of the taking of Quebec, the summer of 1759.
"There was no need for you to marry Saduko, any more than there was for you to marry Masapo." "How can you talk to me like that, Macumazahn," she answered, stamping her foot, "when you know well it is your fault if I married anyone? Piff!
A groan burst from the ladies. I not only did myself the honour of jining, but also of lengthening it out. "Where there were," Our Missis added, "not only eatable things to eat, but also drinkable things to drink?" A murmur, swelling almost into a scream, ariz. Miss Piff, trembling with indignation, called out, "Name?" "I will name," said Our Missis. Our Missis's lips so quivered, that Mrs.
And a servant came and cut the tree into small pieces, there was quite a bundle of them; they flickered brightly under the great copper in the brew-house; the tree sighed deeply, and each sigh was like a pistol-shot; so the children who were playing there ran up, and sat in front of the fire, gazing at it, and crying, 'Piff! puff! bang! But for each report, which was really a sigh, the tree was thinking of a summer's day in the wood, or of a winter's night out there, when the stars were shining; it thought of Christmas Eve, and of Humpty Dumpty, which was the only story it had heard, or could tell, and then the tree had burnt away.
It is at Liverpool that you go on board the steamer for America, and piff! in ten days you are in Nuova York. My friend has written me all about it." "Ah yes, your friend. Does he like it there in America?" "Passably, passably. The Americans have no manners; but they are good devils. They are governed by the Irish. And the wine is dear. But he likes America; yes, he likes it.
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