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But if you'll square the 'ire of the trolley, I'll run it back to the shop, and you can say when you're ready for it." Uncle Mo seemed very reluctant to allow the bird to go back into the bush. He went to the stairfoot, and called to Aunt M'riar, upstairs, making ribbons into rosettes, and giving Dolly the snippings.

Who is it sneezeth thus?" And rising from table, made for a stair that stood near at hand and under which, hard by the stairfoot, was a closure of planks, wherein to bestow all manner things, as we see those do every day who set their houses in order.

"A fine lot of youngsters, upon my word, and sure to make good colonists." And, as he said this, Mr. Brandon saw a tear stand in the eye of the devoted aunt at his praises of her orphan charge. "God be praised, they have their health; and on the whole they are good bairns, though a thought noisy whiles," said she. "There's a gentleman at the stairfoot," said Tom.

The next day he accompanied her again, but remained at the stairfoot while she went in to her patients; and, when she came down, asked her, Could no good Christian be found to knock that poor woman on the head who lived in a plate. "No good Heathen, you mean," said Julia. "Why, yes," said he; "the savages manage these things better."

They turned and went noiselessly down the stairs, choking back the grief they dared not grant indulgence to, by so much as a word or sound. The chronic discussion that they had left behind went on on always the same controversy, as it seemed; the same placid assurance of Dolly, the same indignant protest of Dave. At the stairfoot, Uncle Mo, silent, looking inquiry, mistrusting speech.

He turned an' gaed his ways oot o' that room, and lockit the door ahint him; and step by step, doon the stairs, as heavy as leed; and set doon the can'le on the table at the stairfoot. He couldnae pray, he couldnae think, he was dreepin' wi' caul' swat, an' naething could he hear but the dunt-dunt-duntin' o' his ain heart.

And then they could claim their birthright of tears, the last privilege left to hearts encompassed with the darkness of the grave. The three were standing, some short while later, at the stairfoot, each looking at the other. Which was to go first? Aunt M'riar made a hesitating suggestion. "Supposin' you was to step up first, and look back to say...!" "That's one idear," said Uncle Mo.

Aunt M'riar awaited him at the stairfoot, on his return. "They'll be happy for a bit yet," said she. "Now, if only Jerry would come and smoke with you, Mo, I wouldn't be sorry to get to bed myself." "May be he'll come!" said Mo. "Anyways, M'riar, don't you stop up on account of me. I'll have my pipe and a quiet think, and turn in presently.... Or look here! tell you what!

She gets you a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Couldn't you do the Yeats touch? He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms: The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time. One thinks of Homer. He stopped at the stairfoot. I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.

The young man took a bedroom candle from a table at the stairfoot, lit it, and motioned the General to precede him. He, altogether military in gait, with his shoulders squared to the utmost, marched upstairs as if he were heading an assault by escalade. Polson followed, drooping. 'This is your room, sir, the young man said when they came to the end of the corridor on which they had entered.