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'Had a good time, Alb? Simon asked. 'So-so, said Albert cautiously. 'By the way, what did you go to Paris for? 'Didn't you know? 'How should I know, my son? 'The governor wanted to find that girl of his. 'What girl? Simon asked innocently. 'Oh, chuck it, Si! Albert remonstrated against these affectations of ignorance in a relative from whom he had no secrets. 'You mean Mrs. Tudor? 'Yes.
Bumble; not sitting upon, or dropping himself into a seat, as any common jackanapes would: but letting himself gradually and slowly down into a chair; 'Mrs. Mann, ma'am, good morning. 'Well, and good morning to you, sir, replied Mrs. Mann, with many smiles; 'and hoping you find yourself well, sir! 'So-so, Mrs. Mann, replied the beadle. 'A porochial life is not a bed of roses, Mrs. Mann.
William Grey, 1; Samuel Long, 2; James Brown, 3; George and John Simmons, one capital, the other so-so an uncertain hitter, but a good fieldsman, 5; Joel Brent, excellent, 6; Ben Appleton here was a little pause, for Ben's abilities at cricket were not completely ascertained, but then he was a good fellow, so full of fun and waggery! No doing without Ben. So he figured in the list as 7.
"How do ye like et?" "Oh, only so-so, Zeke. They're too strict ter suit me. I don't like ter hev ter come an' go just ez sumbuddy tells me, do you?" "No, I don't. But when er feller enters the army, that's jest whut he hez ter do." "Yes, thet's so. Well, I guess I'll git used ter et." "I'll be glad when we git inter a bettle with the rebels, Lem, won't you?" "Yes, I guess so."
And when it came to horse judgment and treatment of sick and injured horses even the owner of the stable yielded place to Billy. "I could get a regular job there any time," he boasted quietly to Saxon. "Why, the country's just sproutin' with jobs for any so-so sort of a fellow. I bet anything, right now, if I said to the boss that I'd take sixty dollars an' work regular, he'd jump for me.
"What is the matter, Hungerford?" I asked lighting the cheroot. "Everything's the matter. Captain, with his nose in the air, and trusting all round to his officers. First officer, no good never any use since they poured the coal on him. Purser, ought to be on a Chinese junk. Second, third, fourth officers, first-rate chaps, but so-so sailors.
Of the survivors, the eldest was Anne, the second John, the third Christopher. Anne was strong, robust and hearty; John was slender, pale, with dreamy, dark gray eyes and a head too big for his body; Christopher was so-so.
'If you want to know the time, ask a pleeceman, she said. 'You been on this beat long? 'Just short of two weeks, miss. 'I been here three days. 'I hope you like it, miss. 'So-so. The milkman's a nice boy. Constable Plimmer did not reply. He was busy silently hating the milkman.
Eh, I'm rare glad to see thee!" He kept Edwin's hand, and stared long at him, with his withered face transfigured by solemn emotion. Slowly he turned towards Darius, and pulled himself together. "Thou'st begotten a fine lad, Darius! ... a fine, honest lad!" "So-so!" said Darius gruffly, whom Edwin was amazed to see in a state of agitation similar to that of Mr Shushions.
"What makes them look so-so 'way behind the times, Robert?" "Well, I suppose they are," said Robert. "Life in these coulees goes on rather slower than in Chicago. Then there are a great many Welsh and Germans and Norwegians living way up the coulees, and they're the ones you notice. They're not all so."
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