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Den den he seem to feel someth'n' C-O-L-D, right down 'most agin his head! If you've got the PAUSE right, she'll fetch a dear little yelp and spring right out of her shoes. But you MUST get the pause right; and you will find it the most troublesome and aggravating and uncertain thing you ever undertook. A Biographical Sketch
The man started violently and turned round, his hands full of papers, which he had taken from one of the drawers. He changed color when he saw "the city gal," as he invariably termed Hilda, and he answered sullenly, "Gitt'n someth'n for Uncle." "That is not true," said Hildegarde, quietly, "I have heard your uncle expressly forbid you to go near that desk. Put those papers back!"
"What sort of girls are they?" "Sort o' queer." "Yes?" "Ye bet ye. Come from the city a while ago an' livin' by theyselves. Someth'n' wrong 'bout them gals," added Bub reflectively. "In what way?" asked the little man in a tone of interest. "They ain't here fer nuth'n' special 'cept watchin' the folks at Hillcrest. Them's the folks I belongs to. For four bits a week.
Half the mischief in the world's done by talking about things." She hurried out to the vehicle and planted her contribution beside the bundle of wrappings. "That there butter's for the children at the Home, Jake. Don't forget to give it to them poor things. Like as not they give 'em lard or someth'n'." "Davy!" she called to the young man on the front seat. "What, maw?"
"I've ben hankerin' to make money, without knowin' how to do it. I tell ye, Peggy, it pays to read the newspapers. This one's give me a hint how to carve out a future career, an' I'll write a story as'll make them girl edyturs set up an' take notice." "Make it someth'n' 'bout Injuns," suggested Peggy. "I ain't read a Injun story fer years." "No; they're out o' fashion," observed Skim loftily.
An' I know where to use the money, Peggy, ev'ry dollar of it, whether it's thirty er fifty." Peggy sighed. "I writ a pome once," he said. "Wonder ef they'd pay fer a pome?" "What were it like?" asked Skim curiously. "It went someth'n' this way," said Peggy: "I sigh Ter fly Up high In the sky. But my Wings is shy, So I mus' cry Good-bye Ter fly- in'." "Shoo!" said Skim disdainfully.
"Oh, a airship, eh?" cried Cap'n Bill in surprise. "I've hearn tell o' them sky keeridges; someth'n' like flyin' autymob'ls, ain't they?" "I don't know," said Button-Bright. "I've never seen one." Both Trot and Cap'n Bill now looked at the boy in astonishment. "Now then, lemme think a minute," said the sailor reflectively. "Here's a riddle for us to guess, Trot.
They's someth'n' queer 'bout them, too; but I guess all the folks is queer thet comes here from the city." "Quite likely," agreed the little man, nodding. "Let me out at Bigbee's, please, and I'll look over those women and form my own opinion of them. They may perhaps be friends of mine." "In thet case," asserted Bub, "I pity ye, stranger.
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