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"No? Who then, saucebox? What gentleman can have any thing to do with Polly?" "I don't know, ma'am." "Who said you did, impertinence? Run, and tell her I want her this instant." The summons was not delivered, or Polly did not think proper to obey it. Full ten minutes of thoughtful silence on my part, and of muttered vexation and impatience on that of the old lady, elapsed before Polly's entrance.
She was a regular greyhound of a horse, no spare flesh, yet wiry and able to do a great deal of work. She was a wicked looking little thing, so I thought I had better keep at a safe distance from her heels. Mr. Wood petted her a great deal and I saw that she was his favorite. "Saucebox," he exclaimed, when she pretended to bite him, "you know if you bite me, I'll bite back again.
The calabash is left in the sun, and when the sauce dries up, water is poured on the dry ingredients, a perpetual saucebox. In the arrangement of vegetables our own hucksters could learn. Every piece is scraped and cleansed.
Piano downstairs. Coming out of her shell. Row with her in the XL Cafe about the bracelet. Wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look. Saucebox. He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney. Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do worse. Music hall stage. Young student. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal.
Minutes went by; she did not return. "Look at her Laura-ship!" said a saucebox to her partner. The latter made "Hee-haw, hee-haw!" and both laughed derisively.
Lulu hurried into the sitting-room where Polly's cage was hanging, and struck a light. "What you 'bout? Where you been?" demanded the parrot. "Sleeping in my bed as I have a right to, Miss Saucebox," returned Lulu, laughing as she opened a cupboard door and brought out a paper of crackers. "There, take that and see if you can hold your tongue till folks are ready to get up."
I'm afraid it is possible poor dear things! I have positively heard people say that Saucebox is ugly, though he has eyes like a bull-frog, and his tongue hangs quite six inches out of his mouth, and in warm weather or before meals further still! However, I keep him in very good order, and never allow him to be troublesome to people who do not appreciate him.
See how all the neighbourhood looks up to Mr. Wynn of Cedar Creek. You are lord-lieutenant of the county, without his commission: these men feel the influence of superior education and abilities and knowledge. 'I verily believe, saucebox, that you think your father fit to be Governor-General; or, at least, a triton among the minnows.
She was a regular greyhound of a horse, no spare flesh, yet wiry and able to do a great deal of work. She was a wicked looking little thing, so I thought I had better keep at a safe distance from her heels. Mr. Wood petted her a great deal and I saw that she was his favorite. "Saucebox," he exclaimed, when she pretended to bite him, "you know if you bite me, I'll bite back again.
"You're an insolent saucebox," says Jemmy; "you've learned that at your fine school." "I've learned something else, too, ma'am; ask the boys if I haven't," grumbles Tug. "You hawk your daughter about, and just escape marrying her to a swindler." "And drive off poor Orlando," whimpered my girl. "Silence! Miss," says Jemmy, fiercely.
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