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"And my 'skee!" he patted the decanter. Madeline King put her arms about Honor. "Come away, my dear," she said. "Come upstairs." "No," Jimsy protested. "Don' go 'way. Got somep'n tell you. Shee this fool Injun here? Know wha' he's goin' do? Goin' slide out'n creep down to ol' well.
Says insur insur-rectos all pretty drunk now ... pretty sleepy.... Fool Injun's goin' take three four 'leven canteens ... bring water back for you. Not f' me! I got somep'n better. 'Sides, he'll get killed ... nice'n dead ... fancy dead ... cut ears off ... cut tongue out firs'! Not f' me! I'm goin' sleep pret' soon. Firs' I'll shing you lil' more!"
"My goodness, whose insecks do you think these insecks are?" "I just know there's somep'n," she went on, following her own line of thought, and indifferent to his outburst. "There's somep'n we could do with 'em that we'd never forget, if we could only think of it." In spite of himself, Herbert was interested. "Well, what?" he asked. "What could we do with 'em we'd never forget?"
"They've stopped dancing for a while so's that ole Mister Clairdyce can get a chance to sing somep'n. Mamma told me he was goin' to." Dashing chords sounded from a piano invisible to Noble and his companion; the windows exhibited groups of deferentially expectant young people; and then a powerful barytone began a love song.
Dill, I was goin' to ask you somep'n it's kind of a funny question for me to ask, but " "Yes, she has," Noble interrupted, not aware that his remark was an interruption. "Oh, yes, she has!" he said. "It was six weeks day-before-yesterday afternoon. I saw your father downtown this morning, and he said he didn't know that any of the family had heard just when she was coming home.
"Where's the old man?" inquired one. "Skipper's taking a watch below, arter the fog; don't yer go knockin' him up now, Joe." "Wait till the mate comes. Thunder, why don't yer wrop somep'n round the kid, you loon?" The big schooner was getting under way again. The mate's voice spoke sharply to the helmsman. "Helm up steady. Nothing off stead-y."
The little one made a weak attempt to smile at her mother, but the light flickered away and died into greyness on her face. "Now mammy's little gal gwine to git well fu' sho'. Mammy done bring huh somep'n' good." Awed and reverent, she tasted the wonderful elixir before giving it to the child.
He bawled, 'She made it up! It's somep'n she made up herself! "It runs in the family," Florence retorted, automatically. "I caught it from my cousins. Anyhow, I don't think there's a single one of any that wants to marry Aunt Julia that's got the slightest co'parison to Noble Dill. I admire him because he's so uncouth." "He so who?" Kitty Silver inquired. "Uncouth." "Yes'm," said Mrs. Silver.
Stroking his beard thoughtfully, therefore, he seated himself upon a convenient wooden chest, while Blossy slipped her old love-letter in and out of the envelop, with that essentially feminine manner of weighing and considering. "Naow," began Abe at length, "this is somep'n that requires keerful debatin'. Fust off, haowsomever, yew must remember that wigs an' ways never made a man yit.
"Don't you daih to cuss ag'in or befo' Gawd dey 'll be somep'n fu' one o' dis fambly to be rottin' in jail fu'!" The boy was cowed by his mother's manner. He was gathering his few belongings in a bundle. "I ain't goin' to cuss," he said sullenly, "I 'm goin' out o' your way." "Oh, go on," she said, "go on. It 's been a long time sence you been my son.
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