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"You hit the bullseye that time, Pepper," cried Jack enthusiastically. "'Twould no be a bad idea," admitted Don. "Ah done reckon dat am a fac', for shuah," drawled Rand in the negro dialect, of which he was master. "We will get Colonel Snow to start us," added Jack. "Agreed!" cried the others. "And we will see him just as soon as we go back." "And start the thing right away."
The negress shook her turbaned head. "Not much, honey! When Miss Sally say she goes she done gone, shuah!" "But, Sophy!" Perhaps something in the significant face of the girl tempted him; perhaps it was only an impulse of his forgotten youth. "Sophy!" appealingly "tell me! is Miss Sally engaged to her cousin?" "Wat dat?" said Sophy in indignant scorn. "Miss Sally engaged to dat Dumont!
You've got the 'storied past' that's how it's phrased, isn't it? to sustain you, and I've only my nonsense." "Well, puttin' in aw-spice double is nonsense, shuah nuff," said Aun' Sheba, looking at the girl keenly. "Wot you want spicin' so fer all't once, Missy Ella? You peart, an' saucy as eber. I ony wish I could see Missy Mara lookin' like you." "You are getting old and blind, Aun' Sheba.
We didn't bring along a second suit of tweeds for the simple reason that we mean to do some pretty rough tramping with our packs on our backs, and then a fellow is likely to grumble at any unnecessary pound of weight he carries." "Shuah shuah!" assented Uncle Eb. "And that is why we left our fishing-rods behind," continued Garst. "You see, our main object this trip is neither hunting nor fishing.
Are you sure you made the sandwiches?" "I'se jest as shuah, Missie Nan, as I am dat I'se standin' heah. I'se jest as shuah as I is dat time when I made de corn cakes, an' somebody tuck dem! Dat's how shuah I is! Dem sandwiches what was fo' de excursnick am done gone completely." "But have you looked everywhere, Dinah?" asked Nan. "Eberywhere! Under de table an' on top ob de table.
"Yes, Massa, I bring her shuah," said the negress with a good-natured grin, opening the door of the drawing-room. In a minute or two Mrs. Hooper came into the room looking as cool and fresh as if "pies" were baked in ice. "Good day, again, Mr. Letgood. Won't you take a chair?" He seemed to feel the implied reproach, for without noticing her invitation to sit down he came to the point at once.
"And are you sure it wasn't Snoop, Dinah?" "Shuah, Mr. Bobbsey. 'Cause why? 'Cause heah's Snoop now, right ober by Miss Dorothy." This was very true. The little seashore Cousin had been playing with the black cat. "Snap howls sometimes," said Freddie, who seemed to be trying to find some explanation of the queer noise.
But when Dinah came in with a platter of ham and eggs, there was such a funny look on the cook's face that Mrs. Bobbsey asked: "Aren't you well, Dinah?" "Oh, yes'm, I'se well enough," the fat cook answered. "But dey shuah is suffin strange gwine on abo'd dish yeah boat." "What's the matter now?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "A whole loaf of bread was tooken last night," said Dinah.
"Did I say 'em all right, Cap'n Dab?" anxiously inquired Dick, with a happy look on his merry black face. "Every word," said Dab; "but it's well for you they were all short. Keep on practising." "I'll jes' do dat, shuah!" Practising? Dick?
These are their generations: The firstborn of Ishmael, Nebaioth; then Kedar, and Adbeel, and Mibsam, Mishma, and Dumah, Massa, Hadad, and Tema, Jetur, Naphish, and Kedemah. These are the sons of Ishmael. Now the sons of Keturah, Abraham's concubine: she bare Zimran, and Jokshan, and Medan, and Midian, and Ishbak, and Shuah. And the sons of Jokshan; Sheba, and Dedan.
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