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'I know you can't help it, said I, 'but if the Post Office can stop and open suspected circulars, surely it can refuse to help this abomination! 'I've delivered pretty well a score, sir, said he; 'and I wish you or some person would write to the papers and stop it. 'Well, I said, 'it's not for me to ask if you have a guess who sends this sort of thing about? He rubbed his chin for a while and then answered: `No, Parson; nor 'tisn't for me to tell 'ee if I do: but if you should happen to be strollin' down t'wards the Quay, you might take a look at Mrs Polsue's Cochin-China hens.
"Any objections to our strolling, then?" Saltman persisted. "Decidedly. Your strolling is getting monotonous. Come on back out of that." "I just reckon we'll stroll anyways," Saltman replied stubbornly. "Come on, Wild Water." "I warn you, you are trespassing," was Smoke's final word. "Nope, just strollin'," Saltman gaily retorted, turning his back and starting on. "Hey!
And grown folks, rich and poor, tired of city sights and sounds, strollin' about or settin' on comfortable seats lookin' off on the water, or watchin' the play of their children, the fresh air blowin' some of their cares and troubles away.
Billson and me orjanized a strollin' dramatic company, & we played The Drunkard, or the Falling Saved, with a real drunkard. The play didn't take particlarly, and says Billson to me, Let's giv 'em some immoral dramy. We had a large troop onto our hands, consisting of eight tragedians and a bass drum, but I says, No, Billson; and then says I, Billson, you hain't got a well-balanced mind.
"We came in last Tuesday from Tristan D'Acunha for overhaul, and we shall be in dockyard 'ands for two months, with boiler-seatings." "Come and sit down," Hooper put away the file. "This is Mr. Hooper of the Railway," I exclaimed, as Pyecroft turned to haul up the black-moustached sergeant. "This is Sergeant Pritchard, of the Agaric, an old shipmate," said he. "We were strollin' on the beach."
As I'm comin' back to camp I'm strollin' down a draw at the time where thar's no trees nor nothin' thar emanates a black-tail buck from over among the bushes on the hill, an' starts to headin' my way a whole lot. His horns is jest gettin' over bein' velvet, an' he's feelin' plenty good an' sassy.
For a considerable of a spell, he was a strollin' preacher, but it didn't pay in the long run.
Why, you strollin' sunset!" thus Mr. Cassidy responded. "Are you payin' an election bet three weeks after the election's over? Or is it that you're just a plain bedaddled ijiet? Or wot is it, I wonder?" "I explained to you that I went to a party. It was a fancy-dress party," stated Mr. Leary. Sharp on the words Mr. Cassidy's manner changed.
Anyway, from the hasty glimpse I caught of him and Miss Hampton strollin' out in the moonlight that night, it looked that way. So I did have a bulletin for Old Hickory Monday mornin'. "It's all over but the shoutin'," says I. I must say it wa'n't such a swell time for Mr. Robert to be indulgin' in any complicated love affair. You know how business has been, specially our line.
"Young man, I ain't given to eaves-dropping, but I was strollin' along here and I heered it all; and as I was calculatin' to give my niece a present " He broke off and laid a hand on Joe's arm. "Where is that dod-blasted fool of a Lanham? I'll pay him; then I'll break every bone in his dum body!" he exclaimed, waxing profane. "Come here disturbin' decent folks' weddin's! Where is he?"
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