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We knew what was in store for us if we could make Mrs. Bryant see things in our light." "S-h-h, she's coming!" warned Julia. "For goodness' sake, Sara, be careful." Mrs. Bryant, a rather austere person and not in the least like her sister, Mrs. Elwood, who managed Wayne Hall, walked into the dining room at this juncture, apparently in the best of humors.
Now, as they stood side by side anxiously watching the steadily increasing tide of visitors, they agreed that their efforts were about to be rewarded. "Isn't it splendid!" exulted Arline. "And, oh, have you seen the Sphinx, and isn't she great! How did Emma happen to think of her, let alone getting her up?" "S-h-h!" cautioned Grace in a warning tone. "Some one might hear you." "Oh, I forgot.
There he rang the bell vigorously and long. He was still ringing when a dishevelled figure, in blue pajamas and a scowl, opened the door. "What the devil do you " the disturbed one growled. "S-h-h!" said Harleston, his finger on his lips. "Keep these for me until tomorrow, Stuart." And crowding the roses and the envelope in the astonished man's hands, he hurried away.
She whispered in his ear, "Red Kimball came on this train there he is he hasn't seen me, yet was in another coach." "Well? Go on talking. Lahoma I'd get closer if I could." "S-H-H! He knows me, for he was a porter in our hotel. When he sees us he'll know I've come home to warn Brick. S-H-H! Then he'll try to keep me from doing it.
Then Archie B. went down into his coat pocket and brought out a hollow rubber ball, with a small hole in one end. Ozzie B. recognized his brother's battery of Gypsy Juice. "How when, oh, Archie B.!" "-S-h-h Ozzie B. It don't pay to show yo' hand even after you've won the other feller might remember it nex' time. 'Taint good business sense.
Say, do you think it is right when anything smells awfully, to always lay it to a boy?" "Well, in nine cases out of ten they would hit it right, but what do you think is the trouble over to your house, honest?" "S-h-h! Now don't breathe a word of it to a living soul, or I am a dead boy.
Say, do you think it is right, when anything smells awfully, to always lay it to a boy?" "Well, in nine cases out of ten they would hit it right, but what do you think is the trouble over to your house, honest?" "S-h-h! Now don't breathe a word of it to a living soul, or I am a dead boy.
It was a wisdom of which she was wholly unaware, but it had been born with her, and was the building of her being. "'Sh! 'S-h-h!" she said. "You mustn't do that. Mr. Tembarom wouldn't like you to do it. He'll be in directly. 'Sh! 'Sh, now!" And simple as the words were, their soothing reached him. The wildness of his sobs grew less. "See here," Hutchinson protested, "this won't do, my man.
"S-h-h!" said the red-headed boy, as Uncle Ike thumped the melon with his hard old middle finger, to see if it was ripe. "Don't say a word. Let's get it inside the house, quick, and you carve it, Uncle," and they brought it in and laid it on the table, and the boys looked down the street as though they were expecting some one.
"Has he asked her to marry him?" asked the Bishop astonished. "S-h-h not yet," said Uncle Davy, "but he's comin' to it as fast as a lean hound to a meat block. He's got the firs' tech now silly an' poetic. After a while he'll get silly an' desperate, an' jes' 'fo' he kills hisse'l Tilly'll fix him all right an' tie him up for life.
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