"James Seton's got some guinea-pigs that he talks of bringing over for you to see, any day as you'll fix upon." "Oh, that is nice. I do so long to have another!" cried Bobbie rapturously. "I only want three-halfpence-farthing more, and I shall have enough in my money-box to pay for it. Will James wait till Friday?" "Of course he will, Master Bobbie; don't you worry your head about that."
Everybody talks very fine, yet nobody can do any thing; and every thing is left to the will of one man." "Why, Captain, we've the best system in the world for doing business; you'd appreciate it after you understood it! Just come with me, and let me introduce you to my father. If he don't put you right, I'll stand convicted," said little George.
"And, daughter, there is something more than this needed to make a cheerful home. You must have a good heart, be patient, and speak but little. Every creature that talks too much is sure to make trouble," she concludes, wisely.
"I hope Lucas will get upon one of his everlasting talks with father," said Hugh. "And that it will hold till we get home," said Fleda. "It will be the happiest use Lucas has made of his tongue in a good while." Just as they stopped before a substantial-looking farm-house, a man came from the other way and stopped there too, with his hand upon the gate.
When our children kneel at our feet, before the priest, before their comrades, and beg us to forgive them all the sin they have done since they were born it is too much the heart grows so big it is near to bursting. Ah it is then we all weep!" Charm settled herself in her seat with a satisfied smile. "We are in luck an emotional coachman who weeps and talks! The five hours will fly," she murmured.
What did he say what did you say?" "Nothing very significant; what was there to say?" Harriet answered. "Our meeting was entirely accidental. He had no idea of finding me; was as surprised as I was." She stopped abruptly, musing on some unpalatable thought. "You wouldn't know him, Linda. He is a perfect freak," she said, presently, "talks about Karma and Nirvana and I don't know what all!
"We need him in some of the first scenes to-morrow. Get him, somebody!" "Hey, Mister! Does yer mean dat funny, moon-faced man what talks like a pretzel?" asked a newsboy in the station. "Yes, that's Mr. Switzer," was the answer. "Where is he?" "I jest seen him go out dat way," and the boy pointed toward the doors leading to the street in front of the ferry.
Lastly, tell the man this, that if he does not come and afterwards falls into my hands or into those of the lord Shabaka, he who talks of whips shall be scourged with them till his life creeps out from between his bare bones." Thus spoke Bes, rolling his great eyes and looking so terrible that the herald and the officer fell back a step or two.
"No, Ben, he isn't here every night, nor every day. His old darky, Peter, brings Phil over every day; but when the colonel comes he talks to grandmother and Aunt Laura, as well as to me."
"You look like it!" grumbled Silas Foster, not greatly pleased with the idea of losing an efficient laborer before the stress of the season was well over. "Now, here's a pretty fellow! His shoulders have broadened a matter of six inches since he came among us; he can do his day's work, if he likes, with any man or ox on the farm; and yet he talks about going to the seashore for his health!