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Updated: June 22, 2025
The setting sun was flooding with golden light the oriel windows of a magnificent mansion situated in one of the most aristocratic streets west of the brick yard. Bertram D. Snooper, a poor but ambitious and talented young lawyer, had just lost his first suit.
Just as the preacher was about to pronounce the fatal words on which he would have realized ten dollars and had the laugh on Mr. Grasty, the steeple of the church fell off and Bertram D. Snooper entered. The preacher fell to the ground with a dull thud. He could ill afford to lose ten dollars. He was hastily removed and a cheaper one secured. Bertram D. Snooper held a Statesman in his hand.
Ury shook our hands firmly but sadly, promisin' to the last to see to things and not let the cows into the garden, and keep the buttery door shet up nights, for though the cat is not a habitual snooper, yet she will sometimes snoop. The car wuz crowded, mebby folks had hearn of our goin' and wanted to ride a spell with us.
They landed on a shelving beach, and the two employers lay in collapse in the boat, while Kit and Shorty pitched the tent, built a fire, and started the cooking. "What's a hog-walloping snooper, Shorty?" Kit asked. "Blamed if I know," was the answer; "but he's one just the same." The gale, which had been dying quickly, ceased at nightfall, and it came on clear and cold.
Now and then, she would stop and turn her head to the rear. The snooper over the mound showed nothing but half a dozen fire-watchers dozing by their fires. Then the pair were at the edge of the camp lights. As they advanced, they seemed to realize that they had passed a point-of-no-return. They straightened and came forward steadily, the woman seeming to be guiding her companion.
"Give us a hand here, will you?" Davis emerged from the engine room, wiping his hands on a wisp of waste, saw by the eyes of the four men that he was trapped, and looked steadily at the captain. "What's the idea, cap?" "Stick up them hands!" "What is it, I say?" "Guess you know. You wanted to get into the swamp with us, did you, you damn snooper? Well, you're going in there to stay."
How we did it or what transpired before we did it, doesn't matter, you dear old snooper." "What? Elizabeth and Jane? Unconditional surrender?" She nodded smilingly and The Laird admitted his entire willingness to be jiggered. Finally, having inspected his grandson, he turned for an equally minute inspection of his soldier son under the lamplight.
"Probably Master Meadow Mouse will bite Miss Snooper's nose this time," she said to Moses, when she had reached a safe retreat. "He isn't biting it now," Moses Mouse replied, "because he's crowding right behind me." "Miss Snooper has come," Mrs. Mouse said to Master Meadow Mouse. "Maybe you didn't understand that it was she." "Let her come!" Master Meadow Mouse squeaked. "Isn't he brave!" Mrs.
In my opinion you're a first class snooper." "What?" exclaimed the little man, fairly dancing with rage. "Snooper? Me a snooper? What do you mean?" "Of course you are," replied Chester; "and a good one. Why, I can remember once or twice that if you hadn't been a good snooper Hal and I wouldn't be here now. Remember?"
"They called Davis a 'snooper." "Well, I'm not worrying about Davis. From what I saw of him he's quite able to take care of himself." "I'll say he is. You too. You've come pretty near making pals of the fellows we were fighting a little while ago." "That was business. I don't want a whole lot of enemies strung out along the river between me and civilization."
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