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I know if I was keepin' comp'ny or you was, La-viny " His sister started. "What makes you say that?" she demanded, looking quickly up from her rubbing. "Why, nothin'. Only if I was or you was, somebody'd see somethin' suspicious and kind of drop a hint, and " "Better for them if they 'tended to their own affairs," was the sharp answer.
"I'm rather partial to parrots, as it happens: and it's a fine bird. What's the matter with it?" "I don't know," 'Bias confessed again. "I wish somebody'd find out: but they tell me it can't be trusted with ladies." "Is that why you're takin' it for a walk? . . . Well, I'll risk five bob, if it's goin' cheap." Mr Philp's face fell.
"Don't you like what I said?" Dilly smiled, though her eyes were still apprehensive. "It ain't that," she answered slowly, striving in her turn to be kind. "Only I guess I never happened to think before just how 't would be. I never spec'lated much on keepin' house." "But somebody'd have to keep it," said Jethro good-naturedly, smiling on her. "We can get good help.
If Whetstone didn't get him off pretty soon, he would be whipped and conquered, his belly on the ground. "If he hurts that horse I'll blow a hole in him as big as a can of salmon!" Jim declared. "Take your medicine like a man, Jim," Siwash advised. "You might know somebody'd come along that'd ride him, in time." "Yes, come along!" said Jim with a sneer.
He'll go over four hundred. See the tracks? Looks like somebody'd been plowin' up the stones." There were deep tracks in the sand, and broad furrows, and stones overturned, and places where a heavy object had crushed the gravel even and smooth. The old hunter kept striding on, and I wondered bow he could go so fast without running. Presently we came to where the canyon forked.
'There now, Camp, you needn't be a-excusin' me! I stick ter my idee. Anyone can see that the young feller ain't innocent, else somebody'd 'a' spoke fur him, fust off Here Dave exploded audibly, and the officer checked her with a motion of his hand.
"'An' who is this yere maverick? I asks him, feelin' like somebody'd hit me when I wasn't lookin'. "'Johnson is his brand, says the sport; 'stick around a while an' I'll point him out t' yuh.
Wisht I'd had him aboard a vessel of mine; I'd 'a' squared his yards for him. Look how he cants his hat to starboard so's to show them lovelocks. Bah! "'What's his name? I asks. "'Name? Name's Butler Simeon Butler. Don't you remember . . . Hey? What in tunket . . .? "Both of us had jumped as if somebody'd touched off a bombshell under our main hatches.
Owen, with great satisfaction, when she has a distinct grievance about clothes, "I do' know but you've heard it, about old Sergeant Copp an' his wife, that was always quarrellin'. Somebody heard her goin' on one day. Says she, 'I do wish somebody'd give me a lift as fur as Westmarket. I do feel's if I ought to buy me a cap.
Moreover, ye may's well realize y'ain't popular 'round these parts; an' first thing, when I wasn't lookin', somebody'd be a-puttin' somethin' onhealthy into yer vittles, partner! We've kind o' took to each other, you an' me; an' I reckon we'd git on together fine, me always havin' me own way, of course. But there ain't no help fer it.
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