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I only hope you'll have as good a time here as I had last summer. Molly Moss and Stella Martin are nearer my age than yours, but you'll like them, I know." "Oh, I know Molly, but I don't remember Stella." "You'll prob'ly like Stella best, though, 'cause she's so quiet and sensible like you. Molly's a scalawag, like me."
"It was a little after tea time when I got to the house, an' I thought prob'ly I'd find her in the settin' room waitin' fer me; but she wa'n't, an' I went up to the bedroom to find her, feelin' a little less sure o' things. She was settin' lookin' out o' winder when I come in, an' when I spoke to her she didn't give me no answer except to say, lookin' up at the clock, 'What's kept ye like this?
Of course he doesn't know " His eyes opened; eagerly he ran on: "Why, Tom, it's just the boy and girl of it! Puppy love! You know how that is." "I didn't notice how things was going till if was too late. We might as well talk frankly, Mr. Gray. Prob'ly it's well you saw me first, eh? Well, when I understood where they was heading, I worried a lot after what you said that day, understand?
He can take a clean Methodist-Episcopal deck, deal three hands, and have every face card so it'll answer to its Christian name. No, he didn't need no lookout, so I got myself into a game of "bounce the stick," which same, as you prob'ly know, is purely a redskin recreation.
"Prob'ly Big Tom'll only pull my ear," he said philosophically. "And he won't do that much, even, if if you'll go along." "Will I!" cried One-Eye. "Wal, it'd take a twenty-mule team t' holt me back!" "Honest?" For this fellow was a wag, and there was no telling what he really meant to do. "If I don't, I'll eat my shaps!" promised One-Eye.
"Ain' no fun here for me." "Better not," said Archer Town; "not if ye know when yer well off." "Why not?" "Wal, he'd see ye wherever ye was an' do suthin' to ye," said Archer. "Prob'ly he's heard all we been sayin' here." "Wal, I ain't said nuthin' I'm 'shamed of," said Sam Beach, thoughtfully. A bell rang, and all hurried to the schoolhouse. The afternoon was uneventful.
Dicks lives in the t'other-end cabin." "I make out at least two people in there now," I murmured. "They'll be the Dales. Dicks's prob'ly sleepin' in the Granville cabin." My heart behaved badly for a minute. "Listen to that pup!" softly exclaimed Cousin, his brows drawing down. "The fools have him tied up, an they ain't got sense 'nough to hark to what he's tryin' to tell 'em."
I should say, however, if pressed for a answer that they will prob'ly continner on jest about as long as they can find peple to lis'en to 'em. Am I right? Yours, faithfull, Artemus Ward. Mr. Punch, My dear Sir, I've been lingerin by the Tomb of the lamentid Shakspeare. It is a success. I do not hes'tate to pronounce it as such. You may make any use of this opinion that you see fit.
He'll have some conditions, prob'ly, but none but what he can work off, I guess." "Then, if you wish to have him go to college, by all means let him go to Harvard, I should say. It's our great university and our oldest. I'm not a college man myself; but, if I were, I should wish to have been a Harvard man.
I expect, if we could only but see him, that he's stampin' up and down his quarterdeck, bitin' his nails with impatience to be away again a'ter that Black Pearl; and prob'ly swearin' at this boat's crew for bein' a set of lazy lubbers in not puttin' her through the water faster." And he laughed. A sudden thought struck Roger.
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