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No, siree; we'll play for beans." A sudden light illuminated Uncle Billy's face again, but he said, with a grim desperation, "Not to-night! I've got to go into town. That fren' o' mine expects me to go to the theayter, don't ye see? But I'll be out to-morrow at sun-up, and we'll fix up this thing o' the ranch." "Seems to me you're kinder stuck on this fren'," grunted Uncle Jim.
And sure enough, in a few minutes Chatty Squirrel saw Brushtail lying low in the bushes, and then how he did scold! "Aha, old Brushtail, I see you hiding in the bushes. Thought I wouldn't see you, didn't you? Thought I wouldn't see you! But I see you, all right. You can't fool Chatty, no siree.
"No, siree, I don't. All I reckon is a passage to Klondike in your boat would be mighty square of you." "You haven't an ounce of grub, old man. You'll starve to death when you get there." "I've been feedin' some long time pretty successful," Old Tarwater replied, a whimsical light in his eyes. "I'm seventy, and ain't starved to death never yet."
I'll stay like I am till I'm under ground. Not any of it for me. Other folks can do as they like, but not me no siree! I reckon you hain't never" Webb hesitated "married a second time?" "No," Mostyn answered. "I am still quite alone in the world." Webb glanced toward the meadow. "I'll walk down there and let 'em know you are here," he said.
You can tell her to-night but in my presence! Come!" "Yes, sir," he repeated, doggedly and still more doggedly. "Yes, siree!" Following her, trying to be grim, but his lips too soft to click. "Yes sir!" They drove up silently through a lusterless midnight with a threat of rain in it, hitting loosely against each other in a shiver-my-timbers taxicab.
His notion of Heaven may be a little mite hazy, although he'd probably lay consider'ble stress on the golden streets, but he's sot and definite about t'other place. Yes, siree!" he added, reflectively, "Sol is sartin there's a mighty uncomf'table Tophet, and that folks who don't believe just as he does are bound there. And he don't mean to go himself, if 'tendin' up to meetin' 'll keep him clear.
Green fields lay before us, and tall trees sprang up, covered with a thick and verdant frondage! "Cotton-woods!" cried a hunter, as his eye rested on these still distant groves. "Tall saplins at that wagh!" ejaculated another. "Water thar, fellers, I reckin!" remarked a third. "Yes, siree! Yer don't see such sprouts as them growin' out o' a dry paraira. Look! Hollo!"
But when you are older I hope and think that you will realize what a wonderful book the Bible is." "Oh, I think some parts of it are fine," conceded Davy. "That story about Joseph now it's bully. But if I'd been Joseph I wouldn't have forgive the brothers. No, siree, Anne. I'd have cut all their heads off. Mrs.
"No, siree, it has not," I told him. "All right, has it anything to do with the key?" He shot it out just like that and oh, boy, wasn't I up in the air. I said, "Maybe, kind of; yes, it has." "Well then, you'd better tell me all about it," he said. "I can't," I told him. He said, "Oh, yes, you can." "I promised I wouldn't," I said.
Praise had hitherto never been withheld, and to please him no labor was too great, no time too precious to be expended; but if this was what she was to get Caddie was Irish, and she threw birds and sweetbreads in the slop-can and slammed the door in Moses's face. "No, siree!
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