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Try to figure the cross fertilizations he must have made, the varieties he's tried and cut out, and remember it takes time to get a permanent strain, and wheat makes only one crop a year. If the stuff's as good as it seems, the fellow's done something he'll never be paid for. Anyway, he's welcome to my share." "There's no doubt about your admiration for hard work," declared Edgar.
Now you can hardly imagine a Philadelphia flapper writing an effective companion to Bacon's Essays. But never mind, if the stuff's amusing, it has its place. The human yearning for innocent pastime is a pathetic thing, come to think about it. It shows what a desperately grim thing life has become.
Well, you must be got across somehow, that's clear, and quickly. There's nobody on guard up above us as yet, but there's no knowing when they may take it into their heads to post a sentry. H'm!" pulling at one of the pieces of glass, "the stuff's stuck in too securely to move, so it's no use thinking of trying to get over the difficulty that way.
There came a sharp rattle of falling stones, a quick gasp. A spasm of fright clutched him. For the moment he fully believed that Roy had fallen. 'Roy! he cried sharply. 'Roy! 'All right, old man. It's quite all right. Just a chunk of rock broken out. The stuff's a bit rotten, but I've got good hand hold. A pause. Then, 'Now you can move. Again Roy's strong hands shifted his feet.
A frowsy, rat-faced woman and a gawky youth of fourteen stuck their heads out the doorway at either side of the man. "I ain't got nothin' to sell," snapped the woman; but as she spoke her eyes fell upon the fat bank roll in the youth's hand. "Or, leastwise," she amended, "I ain't got much more'n we need an' the price o' stuff's gone up so lately that I'll hev to ask ye more'n I would of last fall.
I believe the stuff's working off! Put that dog down." "Eh?" he said. "It's working off," I repeated. "We're too hot and the stuff's working off! I'm wet through." He stared at me, then at the band, the wheezy rattle of whose performance was certainly going faster.
"Oh! you darling!" said Natalie. Charley was much embarrassed. "The rest of the stuff's cached two miles down the shore," he went on hastily. "I'll trot along and bring it in." "Take the canoe," said Garth; "and they can't hold you up." "What will I do with the horses?" asked Charley. This was a problem. "How many?" Garth asked. "Three." "How will we keep them out of Grylls's hands?"
As they let him up, it was clear I had called the turn, as they headed him for our herd, the flint thumping at his heels. Dick rode out in a lope, and I signaled for my crowd to come on and we would back Dick's play. As we rode out together, I said to my boys, 'The stuff's off, fellows! Shoot, and shoot to hurt!
"That stuff's no use to me," and he went away grumbling, leaving the bags behind him. McKay followed him out of the store. "You won't take the coffee, then?" "Certainly not. I wish I had the people here that sent out such stuff." "May I have it?" "If you like. It's all one to me." "Give me the requisition, then." Armed with this important document, he returned, and accosted Mr. Dawber.
"I'll be wantin'," observed Frank, "to see you in the hollydays faith, that stuff's to be christened yet, Darby so don't go till we have a dish o' discoorse about somethin' I'll mintion to you. As for Peggy Gartland, I'm done wid her; she may marry ould Nick for me."
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