Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
Mary was clearing away the supper-dishes when she was startled by a cry from Miss Hazy: "My sakes! Lovey Mary! Look at Mr. Stubbins a-comin' up the street! Do you s'pose he's had a stroke?" Lovey Mary ran to the window and beheld the "prominent citizen of Bagdad Junction" in a state of unmistakable intoxication. He was bareheaded and hilarious, and used the fence as a life-preserver.
But there was no doubt of one thing, that our Halloween at Westover was a famous little party. "How do you all feel about it?" asked Barbara, sitting down on the hearth in the brown room, before the embers, and throwing the nuts she had picked up about the carpet into the coals. We had carried the supper-dishes away into the out-room, and set them on a great spare table that we kept there.
One evening, while Frank and Simpson were engaged in washing up the supper-dishes, the latter inquired: "Would you like one of those pies we saw in the galley to-day?" "Yes," answered Frank; "they looked very tempting." "Well," said Simpson, lowering his voice to a whisper, "we'll have some of them to-night." "How will we get them?" inquired Frank. "Why, we'll steal them. We can't beg or buy them.
The one-room shack was lined with tar-paper, on which were pinned lithographs of Robert G. Ingersoll, Karl Marx, and Napoleon. Under a gun-rack made of deer antlers was a cupboard half filled with dingy books, shotgun shells, and fishing tackle. Bone was reading by a pine table still littered with supper-dishes. Before him lay a clean-limbed English setter. The dog was asleep.
Madame Firmin lighted his pipe for him, and went and washed up the supper-dishes in the scullery. Then she came back, and sat down on the other side of the hearth, facing him. About the middle of his third bottle of wine, Firmin's cold, relentless courage was suddenly restored to him.
Mike Duffy and his wife came into the Quins' kitchen one week-day night, dressed in their Sunday clothes; they had been making a visit to their well-married daughter in Lawrence. Patrick Quin's chair was comfortably tipped back against the wall, and Bridget, who looked somewhat gloomy, was putting away the white supper-dishes. "Where 's Nora?" demanded Mike Duffy, after the first salutations.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking