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The black dowager in the kitchen received him in silence, with her thick lips pouted. When Peter observed it, he felt slightly amused at his mother's resentment. "Well, you sho had a lot o' chatter over signin' a lil ole paper." "She signed for ten dollars," said Peter, smiling. "Huh! she'll never pay it." "Said Tump Pack would pay it." "Huh!"
Peet was too old and too characteristic to be suddenly transplanted from her native soil, "'T wa'n't mine, the place wa'n't." Her pleasant face hardened slightly. "He was coaxed an' over-persuaded into signin' off before he was taken away.
I remember 'signin' one to you last night. I bows very low an' I says: 'Gin'ral Jackson, I don't know his name. He was too sleepy to give it, but he's a real young fellow, nice an' quiet. He ain't give no trouble at all.
By all accounts they are going to take Persia, India, Burma, the whole of our trade, money and fleet. Well, if that comes off, it'll be a cold world! By the way, sir," he continued in another tone, "did ye see Ma Chit the day we were leavin' Rangoon, signin' and wavin' to ye as we cast off?" Shafto nodded curtly. "An' ye never tuk no notice!
The ol' man kept dependin' more an' more on Dick, until finally Dick got to signin' checks, orderin' all the supplies, an' takin' full charge; while Jabez spent most of his time taggin' around after Barbie. They was like a couple o' young children; but Barbie wasn't quite so high-headed with Dick after the dog affair, an' they got to ridin' together quite a bit themselves.
I suppose so," Grimshaw answered in a tone of bitter irony which cut me like a knife-blade, young as I was. "What business have you signin' notes an' givin' away money which ain't yours to give I'd like to know? What business have you actin' like a rich man when you can't pay yer honest debts? I'd like to know that, too?"
"I've busted in on you, colonel, because my business is business, not a mess of reportin' and signin' up on nothing, like your fool army doin's." Chadron clamped with clicking spurs across the severe bare floor as he made this announcement, the frown of his displeasure in having been stopped at the door still dark on his face. "I'm waiting your pleasure, sir," Colonel Landcraft returned, stiffly.
Mayfield, going to him in alarm, "I do hope you'll have no trouble." "Hope so, too, ma'm, but I ain't a signin' no notes of hand. Look, he's a hitchin' her hoss fur her an' you see ef he don't walk with her up to the church do'. An' ef he do, thar's whut did I tell you?"
"Well, th' way he must be poundin' his ear now notta hear dis racket yud think he was trainin' for a Rip van Winkle Marathon." Pause made audible by the pertinacious bell, grinding away like a dentist's drill in a vacant tooth.... "Waitin' here all day won't get me nothin'. Here, what's th' matta wid you signin' for't?" "G'wan. Sign it yourself 'nd stick unda the door, whydoncha?"
For God's sake, for yer mither's sake, for ony sake, dinna lat a drap o' the hell-broth gang ower yer thrapple or ye're damned like me for ever and ever. It's as guid's signin' awa' yer sowl wi' yer ain han' and yer ain blude." Mr Cupples lifted his glass, emptied it, and, setting it down on the table with a gesture of hatred, proceeded to fill it yet again.
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