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"Ye said we had, Screechy, and I know we have. Now, get up out of that there snow, or ye'll freeze." The scowman helped Screech Owl to her feet, and supported her back over the graves to the toolhouse. "Ye stay here till I come for ye, Scraggy, and don't ye dare go 'way no place. Do ye hear?"
The animal, usually so vicious, purred in delight, rubbing his nose against the girl's hand. "Air the little Flea wantin' the owl to tell her somethin'?" "Yep," replied Flea doubtfully. "And ye brought yer old Screechy a little present?" "Yep." "What?" "Some fagots to keep ye warm, Screechy." "Where be they?" "Here by my side." "Ye be a good Flea," cackled Screechy. "Be ye in trouble?" "Yep.
When the blow was received, he made a noise that I never heard a cat make before or since; an awfully deep, condensed, screechy, explosive Wuck! as he bounced straight up in the air like a bucking bronco; and when he alighted after his spring, he rushed madly across the room and made frantic efforts to climb up the hard-finished plaster wall.
Tesla the blundering idiot "I was telling Dorn of a new artist I've found, Eddie. Rachel Laskin, a sort of Blake and Beardsley and something else. Thin lines, screechy things. You'll like them." "Oh, yes, I always like them," Meredith smiled. And Anna, "Oh, I know Rachel Laskin well. We're old friends. She's a charming, wonderful girl. I liked her so much. Where is she?" "In New York."
I won't, Screechy, if he was in every old eye in yer head! I won't, so there!" The darkness hid from Screech Owl the glint in Flea's eyes. "Who be it Lon said you was goin' with, Flea?" Scraggy must have forgotten her conversation with Lem but an hour or two before; for she evinced no knowledge of any man interested in Flea. "A one-armed man. Pappy says I'm to be his woman. Be I, Screechy?"
But towards evening his two principal friends came to play bridge with him, and then, from the ambush of my own apartments, I heard the screechy voice of Mr. Vivian saying: "Dash it all, Jimmy, you don't say you're going to be a Pape?" "Don't fret yourself, old fellow," replied my husband. "That's my wife's little flutter. Dare say the poor fool has had to promise her priest to make me a 'vert."
"He used to walk over there of a Sunday afternoon to visit his old acquaintance Andrew Brown, the first clarinet there; a good man enough, but rather screechy in his music, if you can mind?" "'A was." "And neighbour Yeobright would take Andrey's place for some part of the service, to let Andrey have a bit of a nap, as any friend would naturally do."
Be the bats a runnin' in yer head?" "Yep, child," the woman answered mournfully. "The fagots be given out, too, and I'm a huntin' of 'em. The night's cold." "I was lookin' for ye this afternoon, Screechy," said Flea. "Set down." The lean, half-starved woman dropped beside the girl. Flea put out her hand and smoothed down the rough hair on Scraggy's black cat.
"Our'n, Screechy. Weren't ye here lookin' for him?" Through the darkness Lem could not see the crazed expression that flashed over Scraggy's face. She thrust her fingers in her hair and shivered. The blow of Everett's fist had banished all memory of the boy from her mind; but Lem lived there as vividly as in the olden days. "We ain't got no boy, Lem," she said mournfully.
But I don't believe it could have been a human being, do you, Paul?" and Eben turned to the one in command of the troop. "No, I don't," returned the scoutmaster, promptly. "More than likely it was some sort of a bird." "A bird make a screechy sound like that?" echoed the doubting Eben. "Some sort of heron or crane. They make queer noises when they fight, or carry on in a sort of dance.
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