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Crankett, giving the dasher a vicious push, which sent the cream flying frantically up to the top of the churn; "I hope he'll turn out bad, an' her pride'll be tuk down ez "
"What are you ridin' that old skin for?" sez he. "'Cause it's the only pony I got," sez I. "You leave it here an' take your pick out o' the five-year-olds," sez he. "All I want out o' this ranch is what I have earned," sez I. "If you don't get something 'at your pride'll earn some day, I'm the biggest fool this side o' the big ditch. Here's your pay.
"Just wait till his father is dead, and mother is his guardian!" he said to himself. "Then, my young gentleman, your pride'll be taken down, see if it ain't!" His politic forbearance surprised the other boys, who did not understand the secret cause. "Ain't you goin' to lick that new boy?" asked Tower, a sycophantic follower of Thorne. "What for?" asked Nicholas.
Judith knew that Genevieve was disappointed about an expected invitation for Easter week, for she had been loud in her lamentations. "I'd better ask her," thought Judith; "she doesn't know that I played detective, and she's sure to feel badly when she sees the others going; her pride'll be hurt." So Genevieve was invited, and it was a merry little party that gathered in the front hall.
Foley, "and I says to myself, I says, 'Pride'll bear a pinch, but she's going too far. If she thinks that she can squeedge those little tootsywootsies of 'ers into them boo " The door slammed violently and left him exchanging grins with Mr. Jobson. "How's the 'at?" he inquired. Mr. Jobson winked. "Bet you a level 'arf-dollar I ain't wearing it next Sunday," he said, in a hoarse whisper. Mr.
Foley, "and I says to myself, I says, 'Pride'll bear a pinch, but she's going too far. If she thinks that she can squeedge those little tootsywootsies of 'ers into them boo " The door slammed violently and left him exchanging grins with Mr. Jobson. "How's the 'at?" he inquired. Mr. Jobson winked. "Bet you a level 'arf-dollar I ain't wearing it next Sunday," he said, in a hoarse whisper. Mr.
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