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As if something were going to happen!" Cornelia nodded sagely. "Perhaps it is; there's no saying. I've seen horses I'd sooner trust in a scrimmage, but a little spill would do you no harm. You're skeery as a cat. You want nerve, my dear, nerve!"
Ah! suppose I disguise myself in men's clothes? You won't mind, will you?" "By gosh! no, if you don't. Men's clothes! What a rum one you are, Miss Silver? Doosed good-looking little feller you'll make. But why are you so skeery about it?" "Why? Need you ask? Would Sir Everard permit me to remain in his house one hour if he suspected I was his enemy's friend?
Well, Jeb mos' fell off his cheer, when, ef he hadn't been sech a skeery idgit, he'd 'a' knowed that Polly Ann was plain open an' shet a-biddin' fer him. But he sot thar like a knot on a log fer haffen hour, an' then he rickollected, I reckon, that Abe had tol' him Polly Ann was peppery an' he mustn't mind, fer Jeb begun a-movin' ag'in till he was slam-bang agin Polly Ann's cheer.
I've never seen a horse so skeery that I couldn't manage him couldn't make him foller me." She pushed the hesitating Neb out of her path and went into the stable.
With them came also several of their young women, who were remarkably good-looking, and as plump as partridges; but they were a bit skeery, and evidently almost as wild as wild dogs. Our two semi-civilised barbarians induced them to come nearer, however, and apparently spoke very favourably about us, so that they soon became sociable and talkative.
"Aw, shucks!" returned the woodsman. "What's a b'ar? B'ar's is us'ally as skeery as rabbits, unless they are mighty hungry. And ye don't often meet a hungry bear this time o' year. They are mostly housed up for the winter in some warm hole." "But what would these girls do if they met a bear, Mr. Todd?" asked Mr. Cameron, laughing.
"All 'lone in de dark wid nothin but that whippoorwill to keep company; skeery, ain't it, Missus?" If the woman had hoped to terrify Mabel Harrington by these words, she was mistaken. A vague feeling of loneliness was upon her, but she had no cowardly timidity to contend with. "Don't pear skeery no how," said the woman. "I am seldom afraid of anything," answered Mabel with a wan smile.
"The boy who is taking care of the horses." "I declare, have you got that little covered shay there again? it's complete! I never see a thing so pretty! And Hephzibah says you drive that little critter yourself. Ain't you afraid?" "Not at all," said Daisy. "The pony won't do any harm." "He looks skeery," said Mrs. Harbonner. "I wouldn't trust him. What a tremendous thick mane he's got!
It's like a hive of bees: you give it a little poke to start it, an' the first thing you know it's swarmin' all over both yo' hands. It's a skeery thing, suh, an' Bill Fletcher's got his share of it, sho's you're born." "It has its way with him pretty thoroughly, I think," responded Tucker, chuckling; "but if I were you, Christopher, I'd stick up for my rights in that old field.
I war skeery like when she war round; and war given to havin' little hot spells and then chills, and I said, 'I know it's ther blasted malarier. "So I took k'neen and juniper tea, and fancied I hed night sweats jest the cussedest time, Jim, thet yo' ever seen. "One day when I war a-sittin' in ther house and a-mopin', Aunt Sue cum in and looked hard at me, and says she: 'Mr.
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