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Updated: June 15, 2025
"An' y'll have Subadar Goordit Singh with his kahars and his bhistis and his dhooly bearers an' his Lushai dandies an' his bloomin' bullock-carts steppin' on y'r tail as ye travel, Misther Connor!" "Me tail is the tail of a kangaroo; I'm strongest where they tread on me, Coolin," answered Connor.
"She was one o' the village girls respectable folks, more 'n ordinary good lookin' an' high steppin', an' had had some schoolin'. But the old man was prouder 'n a cock-turkey, an' thought nobody wa'n't quite good enough fer Billy P., an' all along kind o' reckoned that he'd marry some money an' git a new start.
Then he clasped the hand of the larger man, and his face lighted. "Buck," he said, "I been sort of lonesome. It feels pretty good to see you agin." "Oh man," answered Buck Daniels, "speakin' of bein' lonesome " He checked himself. "How about steppin' inside and havin' a talk?" The other started forward agreeably, but stopped almost at once. "Heel!" he called, without turning his head.
"If your Reverence wouldn' mind steppin' down to the creek with me?" he suggested respectfully. Parson Spettigew fetched his hat, and together the pair descended the vale beneath the dropping petals of the cherry. At the foot of it they came to a creek, which the tide at this hour had flooded and almost overbrimmed.
He rounded the corner into Eighth Avenue and darted north among the trucks. At Columbus Circle, the dummy-chucker spoke. "Thanks again, friend," he said. "I'll be steppin' off here." His rescuer glanced at him. "Want to earn a hundred dollars?" "Quitcher kiddin'," said the dummy-chucker. "No, no; this is serious," said the young man. The dummy-chucker leaned luxuriously back in his seat.
He couldn't buckle it, and that is what called forth his exclamations. And he had spread a little red shawl of mine over the top on't, and as I opened the door he wuz jest ready to embark on the bolster, he waz jest a steppin' onto it. But as he see me he paused, and I sez in low axents, "What are you a goin' to do, Josiah Allen?" "I'm a goin' to Toboggen," sez he.
That strange, silent witness, since Nan and Charlotte had both, by a phrase, banished the little creature into an alien room of its own, had begun to embarrass him. He wanted to talk to Tira alone. "Baby's in the bedroom," said Tira, answering his thought. "When he's in here, I wake him up steppin' round."
Neutrals, he said we was, benevolent neutrals, an' he wasn't goin' to have a son o' his steppin' outside the ring-fence o' the U-nited States Constitution, to say nothing of mebbe losin' good business we'd been do in' with the Hoggheimers, an' Schmidt Brothers, an' Fritz Schneckluk, an' a heap more buyers o' his that would rear up an' rip-snort an' refuse to do another cent's worth of dealing with a firm that was sellin' 'em autos wi' one hand an' shootin' holes in their brothers and cousins and Kaisers wi' the other.
The buildin's on Ozone was all joined together first the house, then the ell, then the wash-rooms and big sheds, and, finally, the barn. There was doors connectin', and you could go from house to barn, both downstairs and up, without steppin' outside once.
And, say, the thought of how comic old Bloom looked strugglin' out of his hat, and of how eager he'd be to get her sent to the Island for it, was too much for me. "In here," says I, steppin' out of the studio door. "You too," and I motions to the red-haired gent. Then, turnin' to Elisha P., I goes on, "Better join the group, Mr. Bayne."
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