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"By the way, Swifty," says I, "you remember that Barton party who was in here one day?" "Mister Barton," says he reprovin'. "Say, he was a reg'lar guy, he was!" "Think so?" says I. "Think!" explodes Swifty indignant. "Ahr-r-r chee! Why, say, any bonehead could see he was a real' gent to the last tap of the gong." And, say, I didn't have the heart to break the spell.
They're that for'ard, that headlong to get outer the present an' into the footure, they jest can't wait for things to have a chance to happen. "'Whyever do you pull in your kyards that a-way? I says to Toothpick, reprovin' of him. 'Why can't you let 'em lay till the hand's dealt?
"Oh, he has been a widower for several years, I think," says Vee. "Poor man! Isn't he distinguished-looking?" "Ye-e-es," says I. "A bit stagey." "How absurd!" says she. "Isn't it fascinating to hear him talk?" "Reg'lar paralyzin'," says I. "I was gettin' numb from the knees down." "Silly!" says Vee, givin' me a reprovin' pat. "Do be quiet; he is telling Auntie about his wife now." Yep, he was.
"Some hero!" says I. "I wonder would he give me a few lessons, in case I should run across your Aunty some day?" "Pooh!" says Vee. "Just as though I didn't go back to see if he'd gone and hear you putting him up to all that yourself! It was fine of you to do it too, Torchy." "Right here, then!" says I. "Place the laurel wreath right here." "Silly!" says she, givin' me a reprovin' pat.
Ellins, "you induce him to break his word to me and you hide him in another hotel." "Something like that," admits Auntie, squarin' her jaw. "Why not, Mr. Ellins?" "Why, Auntie!" gasps Vee. "Verona!" says Auntie, shootin' over a reprovin' look. "But see here," protests Old Hickory. "I was arranging with this man to fit out a treasure-hunting expedition. He had made a verbal contract with me.
"By referring to the rules of this establishment, Mr. Ellins," says the Doc, speakin' cold and reprovin', "you will see that the general retiring hour is fixed at nine-thirty. At nine-forty-five the gas is all turned off." "What!" roars Hickory. "Think you're going to put me to bed at nine-thirty?" "You are at liberty to sit up in the dark, if you choose," the Doc comes back at him.
I thought she looked sort o' reprovin' at me, for she knew that I had a carpet begun. But I spoke up, and sez, "Truly rags will be always here with us, and most likely butnut and copperas; but the World's Fair comes but once in a lifetime, and I believe in embracin' it now, and makin' the most of it." Sez I, "We can embrace rags at any time."
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