Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 15, 2025
Anybody'd think the way you was carryin' on, it was a murdered corpse!" But the inspector persisted in his investigations, forcing a way into the belligerent Snawdor camp, where he found Fidy Yager with a well-developed case of smallpox.
The chorus is no place for a nice girl." "That's what Dan says about the factory, and what Mrs. Snawdor says about housework, and what somebody says about everything I start to do. Looks like being a nice girl don't pay!" Mr. Demry took her petulant little chin in his thin old hand, and turned her face up to his. "Nancy," he said, "these old eyes have seen a good deal over the fiddle strings.
It was November of the following year that the bird of ill-omen, which had been flapping its wings over Calvary Alley for so long, decided definitely to alight. A catastrophe occurred that threatened to remove the entire population of the alley to another and, we trust, a fairer world. Mrs. Snawdor insists to this day that it was the sanitary inspector who started the trouble.
"Do you consider her incorrigible?" "Sir?" "Do you think her stepmother is able to control her?" Uncle Jed looked a trifle embarrassed. "Well, Mrs. Snawdor ain't whut you might say regular in her method. Sometimes she's kinder rough on Nance, and then again she's a heap sight too easy." "That's a God's truth!" Mrs. Snawdor agreed fervently from the rear.
He lemme smell it." "Oh, yes!" said Mrs. Snawdor, "she's got to have her perfumery, an' her feather in her hat, an' the whitewash on her face, no matter if Dan's feet are on the groun', an' his naked hide shinin' through his shirt." "Well, I wish him an' this here little girl wasn't mixed up in this business," repeated Uncle Jed. "Courts ain't no place fer children.
Snawdor, sitting in the gloom in an attitude of deep dejection. At sight of Nance at the window, she gave a cry of relief. "Thank the Lord, you've come!" she said. "Can you beat this? Havin' to climb up the outside of yer own house like a fly!
Lobelia an' Rosy V. is goin' to keep house, an' me an' William Jennings is going to board with 'em. You'd orter see that boy of mine, Dan. Nance got him into the 'lectric business an' he's doin' somethin' wonderful. He's got my brains an' his pa's manners. You can say what you please, Mr. Snawdor was a perfect gentleman!" It was evident from the pride in her voice that since Mr.
Snawdor plunged into a fresh recital of the affair, with evident approval of the part she had played, her self-esteem returned. "And you say Mason's fixin' to send her up to the juvenile court?" asked Uncle Jed gravely, his fat hand closing on her small one. "Dan Lewis has got to go too!" said Nance, a sudden apprehension seizing her at Uncle Jed's solemn face.
It was the first time that she had ever been tempted to be good, and she fell. It was not Miss Stanley's way to say "don't." Instead, she said, "do," and the "do's" became so engrossing that the "don'ts" were crowded out. At regular, intervals Mrs. Snawdor made application for her dismissal, and just as regularly a probation officer visited the Snawdor flat and pronounced it unfit.
Snawdor, who refused absolutely to sleep with the windows open. "What's the sense in working your fingers off to buy coal to heat the house if you go an' let out all the hot air over night?" she demanded. "They've filled up yer head with fool notions, but I tell you right now, you ain't goin' to work 'em off on us.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking