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Wardrop whispered, though no one was within hearing "there's just the bare chance o' repairin' her, if a man knew how. They've twisted the very guts out of her, bringing her up with that jerk; but I'm saying that, with time and patience, there's just the chance o' making steam yet. We could do it." The skipper's eye brightened. "Do you mean," he began, "that she is any good?" "Oh, no," said Mr.
When I ain't standin' by I'm repairin', an' when I ain't doin' either I'm dreamin' about the danged old coffee mill. For a cancelled postage stamp I'd jump the ship."
You see, they ain't worth repairin', and owners sometimes just take their chance o' makin' a safe run by keepin' the pumps goin' the whole time."
"I don't want to live in the village," she said sharply, thus reproving her own errant mind. "I like my home." "Law, yes, of course ye do," replied aunt Ann easily, returning to her knitting. "I was only spec'latin'. The land, 'Melia, what you doin' of? Repairin' an old coat?" Amelia bent lower over her sewing. "'Twas his," she answered in a voice almost inaudible.
"I don't want to live in the village," she said sharply, thus reproving her own errant mind. "I like my home." "Law, yes, of course ye do," replied aunt Ann easily, returning to her knitting. "I was only spec'latin'. The land, 'Melia, what you doin' of? Repairin' an old coat?" Amelia bent lower over her sewing. "'T was his," she answered in a voice almost inaudible.
"I told those fellows it was foolish to set that bear trap," asserted the lumberman, "but they would have it." "Well, there's one satisfaction," grimly spoke one of his companions, "it will need a lot of repairin' before it's fit for use again," for they had chopped the front away to more quickly release Amy.
"I had no call spillin' the weeps durin' business hours. I wouldn't of either, only I had another session with his old lady this mornin' and she sort of got me stirred up." "Mother taking it hard, is she?" I asks. "You've said sumpin," admits Miss Casey, unbuttonin' a locket vanity case and repairin' the damage done to her facial frescoin' with a few graceful jabs.
"I didn't notice, not havin' on my readin' glasses. So it's Bob's, is it?" "Yes," answered Celestina, eyeing the neat parcel curiously. "Whoever's sendin' you a bundle all tied up with white paper an' pink string, Bob? It looks like it was jewelry." Quickly Willie sprang to the rescue. "Oh, Bob's been gettin' some repairin' done for the Brewsters," explained he.
Ye should see the condenser-tubes an' the steam connections to the donkey, for two things only. I'm not afraid of them repairin' her. I'm afraid of them stealin' things." "They've fired on us. They'll have to explain that." "Our reputation's not good enough to ask for explanations. Let's take what we have and be thankful.
"'Tain't the repairin' I'm lookin' at," Willie returned slowly. "I've no quarrel with that." Still he continued to twist and turn the disc of silver, now holding it at arm's length, now bringing it close to his eye with a puzzled intentness. Robert Morton could stand the suspense no longer. "What's wrong with it?" he at last burst out.
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