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"Humph; and s'pose he can't be terrified?" "Oh! get along with yer s'posin'. Will ye go or will ye not? that's the question, as Shukspere's ghost said to the Hemperer o' Sweden." "Just you an' me?" inquired Rodney. "Ain't we enough for an old man?" "More nor enough," replied Rodney, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone, "if the old boy han't got friends with him.
"To think of his having known Philip," said Mima with shining eyes as they entered the new cottage, and somehow it looked pleasanter, brighter and less mean to her than it had ever before. "Now s'posin' you'd 'a' run off widout seein' him, whaih would you been den? You wouldn' nevah knowed whut you knows."
Oh, you make me so provoked! If folks knew what I know about you " Kenelm interrupted, a most unusual thing for him. "S'posin' they knew what I know about you," he observed. "What? What do you mean by that? What have I done to be ashamed of?" "I don't know. I don't know what you did. I don't even know where you went.
S'posin' these aren't the ones Miss Pompret wants?" Happy Days Nan Bobbsey was so surprised by what Bert said that she stood still in the street and looked at her brother. Then she looked at the precious package he was carrying. "Bert Bobbsey!" she exclaimed, "these MUST be the same as Miss Pompret's!
Mebbe dey fin' hees han's tie' behin' 'im wit' piece of hees shirt-" "Good God!" cried the trader, starting to his feet. "You you " " of course, I'm jus' s'posin'. He was feel purty good w'en I lef'. He was feel so good I tak' hees coat for keepin' off dem bugs from me, biccause I lef it my own shirt on de canoe. He's nice feller dat way; he give up easy. Ba gosh!
The dog wagged his abbreviated tail, licked Tode's fingers, and rubbed his head against the ragged trousers of his new friend. "Ye do, hey! Well, I'll keep ye ter-night, anyhow. Le' see, what'll I call ye? You've got ter have a name. S'posin' I call ye Tag. That do hey, Tag?" The dog gave a quick, short bark and limped gaily about the boy's feet. "All right we'll call ye Tag then.
You'd go, we'll say, and Johnson'd wander round to the back of the house and pretty soon come front again with a dog bigger'n any four decent dogs ought to be. And then s'posin' Johnson'd let go of that dog and set him on you, and he'd come at you like a sixteen-inch shell out of a howitzer, and you'd get scary about it and try to hold the dog with your eye, and couldn't.
Never mind the declarin'. What would you DO? S'posin' you wanted to go outdoor without havin' her tagged to your coat tails, how'd you stop the taggin'?" The absurdity of the affair was too much for the visitor. He roared a "Ha, ha!" that caused Abishai to wave a warning hand beneath the sash. "Ss-h-h! sshh!" he hissed.
"S'posin' when they'd got Aunt Miranda all nailed into her coffin—tight in—she should be un-deaded, and open her eyes, and begin—begin to squeal, you know. S'pose they'd let her out?" Just four days from the morning Mrs. Breynton left, Tom came up from the office with a very sober face and a letter. Gypsy ran out to meet him, and put out her hand, in a great hurry to read it.
"Well, then, s'posin' you go in on the endowment plan and take a policy for five thousand dollars, to be paid you when you reach the age of fifty?" Butterwick. "I don't want five thousand dollars when I'm fifty. I wouldn't take it if you were to fling it at me and pay me to take it." Gunn. "I'm afraid, then, I'll have to say good-morning." Butterwick.
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