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"We imagined you were like that," she said. "I told Mary an' 'Liza so the day you come for the eggs. 'She ain't like her aunt, I says to Mary, 'not a mite; an' you can be pretty sure she won't be in sympathy with all this squabblin' an' back-bitin'." "Indeed I'm not." "We ain't either, not one of us. We'd like nothin' better'n to be neighborly an' run in.
"Come, come, mates," spoke up one of the men, Tompkins, who had taken no part in the altercation, "shootin' off our bloomin' mugs won't get us nothin'. As Spider 'ere said afore, we'll all bloody well be picked up, anyway, sez 'e, so wot's the use o' squabblin'? Let's eat, sez I."
Some of them that don't hev to go to bed hungry hev scoldin' or squabblin' parents, an' they can't go a visitin' an' hear fine music, an' see nice things of every sort to take their minds off, as some young men in this meetin' house can.
Theriere really done his best to save the ship, an' that as a matter of fact we was all mighty lucky to come out of it alive, that we'd better let bygones be bygones, for the time bein' at least, an' all of us pitch in to save what we can from the wreckage, hunt water, rig up a camp, an' get things sort o' shipshape here instid o' squabblin' amongst ourselves."
"Come, come!" said peace-loving Mrs. We mustn't let 'em see us squabblin'. They think we're a lot o' cacklin' hens anyway, tickled to death over a piece o' chalk. There's Isabel, now. She's goin' to look like her aunt Mary Ellen, over to Saltash." Isabel preceded the men, who were pausing for a word at the door, and went down the aisle to her pew.
"Come, come!" said peace-loving Mrs. We mustn't let 'em see us squabblin'. They think we're a lot o' cacklin' hens anyway, tickled to death over a piece o' chalk. There's Isabel, now. She's goin' to look like her aunt Mary Ellen, over to Saltash." Isabel preceded the men, who were pausing for a word at the door, and went down the aisle to her pew.
Always naggin' at each other and squabblin' and hectorin'.... Nice young folks, too. Used to set a heap of store by one another. Can't figger how they come to disagree like they do!" "Nobody kin figger it out," said Jed, with sudden vehemence. "All to once you wake up and things is that way, and you dunno how they come to be. It jest drifts along. Fust you know things has went all to smash."
Re-enter BILL, with his mouth full. Bill. Now what are you two a squabblin' over? Oh! Jack's got a yennep, and Jim's iookin' shirty. Jim. She told him to divide it, and he won't. Bill. Who told him? Jim. Mattie. Bill. You dare, Jack? Hand over. Jack. Be hanged if I do. Bill. Then do and be hanged. Now you go and buy what you like. Jim. Am I to give Jack the half? Bill. Yes, if our Mattie said it.
"I've not seen it yet," Peter said rather timidly. "It sounds very nice." Miss Barnett gave him a rather contemptuous look through her pince-nez and turned to Hilary. "Lor!" whispered Mrs. Johnson to Peter. "They do get so excited about pictures. Just like that they go on all day, squabblin' and peckin' each other.
Look at Frisco, the labor leaders doin' dirtier polities than the old parties, pawin' an' squabblin' over graft, an' goin' to San Quentin, while what are the Frisco carpenters doin'? Let me tell you one thing, Tom Brown, if you listen to all you hear you'll hear that every Frisco carpenter is union an' gettin' full union wages. Do you believe it? It's a damn lie.
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