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"A nickum oh! a nickum, indeed a daredevil nickum sitting in the Devil's Armchair, with his feet dangling down down over the deep precipice! Look!" Pemrose pirouetted in excitement at the sight. "Yes, and, goodness! he seems to be enjoying it, too. Not turning a hair. Oh! if 'twere I I should be so-o dizzy."
"Wimmen folks is a good deal alike," he remarked dryly. "They like to be comf'tabul." "Some of them," assented the artist. The old man looked up with a swift twinkle. "So-o?" he said. The artist sat up quickly. The locket swayed on its chain and his hand touched it. "What do you mean?" he said. "Why, nuthin', nuthin'," said Uncle William, soothingly.
Then it was that the purveyor of spontaneous Western exclamations missed his opportunity, being elsewhere at the time. "Whoop! Let 'er buck!" exclaimed Bud Shoop, swinging an imaginary hat and rocking from side to side. "So-o, Boss!" exclaimed a puncher from the Middle West. "Hand-made and silver mounted," remarked another. "Hate to eat 'em."
He he must be a ve-ry important man, Mademoiselle, or his duty would not keep him there." "Unless the Boches succeed in raiding Paris from the air he is not likely to get hurt at all this Major Marchand?" "Oh!" pouted Henriette. "You are so critical. But he is what you say? so-o beautiful!" "Not in my eyes," said Ruth grimly. "I don't like dolly soldiers."
Lamoury," said Paige, with a very casual air, "behind those bushes is a broken board." "So-o?" said Pete. "Any one who was there had an excellent chance to study the fastenings of Mr. Peaslee's hen-house door." "Mais, Ah'll was tol' you Ah'll not be dere, me!" cried Pete, alarmed and excited. "That," said Mr. Paige, calmly, "is the only place where you could be and get shot from the boy's window.
"Come, come!" exclaimed Mayakin, mockingly lifting his eyebrows and squinting. This roused Foma's indignation. He looked full into the old man's eyes and articulated with emphasis: "And I am telling you that I don't want to hear any more of that undeserved abuse of yours. Enough!" "Mm! So-o! Pardon me."
'Woman! says he, kind o' fierce-like, 'if they were yer own bit lassies, ye'd scorch the rocks, climbing to 'em. 'Man! says I," the Greylock woman paused, half-laughingly, to catch her breath, "'I never laid eyes on them, or on the broken-kneed man, either, but I'll warm the way, just the same. But, mercy! it took me most an hour to get here though only a mile of climbing the old Man Killer is so-o fierce."
He could, nevertheless, give no account how he reached the Qualla Boundary, and he broke off suddenly, dimpling, bright-eyed, and roseate, to ask the judge if he knew "Polly Hopkins." "Her is so-o pretty!" he cried out in tender regret. Mrs.
"Why, the thing that's so easy to catch but nobody runs after, is a cold!" announced her twin very proudly. "And I'm so-o cold," announced Mun Bun, hanging to Rose's skirt while the older ones laughed with Laddie. "Don't Aunt Jo ever have it warm in her house like it is at home?" "Of course she does, Mun Bun," said Rose, quickly hugging the little fellow.
And he was frightened by his own voice. The voice was so dried up, so weak and peevish, that he would not have known it. "Excellent, excellent!" muttered the doctor, not in the least offended. . . . "You mustn't get angry, so-o, so-o, so-s. . . ." And the time flew by at home with the same startling swiftness as in the railway carriage.
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