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The boy he was kind o' 'fraid 'o the dark, so he got up clus t' the panther 'n lay 'tween his paws. The boy he thought the panther smelt funny an' the panther he didn't jes' like the smell o' the boy. An' the boy he hed the legache 'n kicked the panther 'n the belly, so 't he kin' o' gagged 'n spit an' they want neither on 'em reel comf'able. The sof paws o' the panther was jes' like pincushions.
"You needn't think I'll tell, either," said the Countess, earnestly. "I ain't forgot how you took the blame uh that sof' soap, Dell. As the sayin' is " Weary closed the door then, so they did not hear the saying which seemed to apply to this particular case. His arm hooked into Chip's, he led the way through the kitchen and down the hill to the hay corral.
I do not stir, and after a minute she come back sof', and peep down, her face all differen'. 'Argand! Argand! she say ver' tender and low, 'if if if' like that.
Certainly the captivating voice, with its unkempt melody, and its throbbing, skipping, harum-scarum banjo accompaniment, was all that broke the silence of the place. His song was: "DE SASSAFRAS BLOOM "Dey's sugah in de win' when de sassafras bloom, When de little co'n fluttah in de row, When de robin in de tree, like er young gal in de loom, Sing sweet, sing sof', sing low.
I ain't a worryin' 'bout but one thing an' that is that a ol' dominicker hen air took ter settin' on the flo' er our coach an' I'm kinder hatin' ter 'sturb her when she feels so nice an' homelike. I reckon I kin lif her out kinder sof' an' maybe she kin hatch jes the same. She ain't got mo'n a day er so ter go."
I can hide behind leaves sof' as a link. Your white face him show by the moon lak a little moon. Are you sorry you got stay with me little while?" "No!" he said. "But I'm sick to be out of this!" She put her hands on his shoulders and drew him down. "Sit on the floor," she whispered. "Your ear too moch high for my mouth."
I do not stir, and after a minute she come back sof', and peep down, her face all differen'. 'Argand! Argand! she say ver' tender and low, 'if if if' like that.
It'd just choke me!" "Oh, ain't we sof'!" sneered her father. He was fumbling about near the bunk, as if hunting something. "Mebbe y' 'd like Ah should kill a mule! Ha! ha! No mule-meat fer me. Ah'll give thet bull a tunk 'tween th' eyes, an' we'll hev steak." She stood in the dim light, one arm crooked up to cover her face.
Well, he had gone straight to the catalogue, of course to the S volumes, and had stood long before SN SOF, unable to take this volume out of the shelf, because his heart was beating so.... At first, he said, he wasn't disappointed he only thought there was some new arrangement. He went to the middle desk and asked where the catalogue of TWENTIETH-century books was kept.
And yet, in spite of his ugliness, David felt again the mysterious inclination to like the man. Bateese grinned. It was a huge grin, for his mouth was big. "You ver' lucky fellow," he announced. "You sleep lak that in nice sof' bed an' not back on san'-bar, dead lak ze feesh I bring you, m'sieu. That ees wan beeg mistake.
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