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Barton came downstairs, and looked discontentedly at the repast provided. "This is a pretty mean breakfast, Mrs. B.," he remarked. "Where's your meat and taters?" "There's plenty of 'em in the market," answered Mrs. Barton. "Then, why didn't you buy some?" "You ought to know, Joel Barton. You give me the money, and I'll see that you have a good breakfast."
The way she shovelled in the soup, an' stowed away the mutton chops, an' pitched into the pease and taters, to say nothing of cauliflower and cutlets, was a caution to the billions. It made my mouth water to look at her, an' my eyes too only that may have had somethin' to do with the keyhole, for them 'otels of Chamouni are oncommon draughty.
How long has the old man been dead, Mis Morgeson?" "Three years, Mrs. Saunders." "How time do fly," remarked Mrs. Saunders, mopping her wrinkled face with a dark-blue handkerchief. "The winter's sass is hardly put in the cellar 'fore we have to cut off the sprouts, and up the taters for planting agin. We shall all foller him soon."
"The gals and I are going to visit a new neighbor. Will you keep an eye on Johnny and put some 'taters on to boil for supper?" "Oh, Ma, not potatoes again?" "They will be right tasty with a mess of squirrel. Before you put the 'taters on " Abe patted the book inside his shirt front. "I can read?" he asked. "You can, after you go down to the horse trough and wash your head." "Wash my head?
She might have given me at least some taters and gravy. And I'm so thirsty. Perhaps if he is in a good mood I shall get a drink of tea. I s'pose nobody would know if I helped myself in Fell Lane, but I can't be Lionheart and do mean things, teacher said. Only if ever I grow up and have a little chap in my house what's only a 'cumbrance, he shall have the same dinner as all the rest!"
"Dead rats," said the ration-corporal with a grin. "Don't be funny. What are my men to get?" "Each man a pound of fresh meat, one and a half pounds of bread, two taters, two ounces of sugar, and an ounce of tea and three ounces of cheese. And, besides this, every feller gets a tin of jam once in four days." This looks well on paper, but pot and plate make a difference in the proposition.
But the boat had to stop, as her keel scraped the mud in the almost dry thoroughfare, and a plain island man of benevolent, nearly credulous, face, hailed them, saying, stutteringly: "Ne-ne-neighbors, do-don't be sc-scared that a-way. We ain't he-eee-thens yer. Br-br-brother Wonnell's bringin' your taters and pone." "Come on, an' be damned to you?" Johnson cried to Wonnell.
Tell you wot, dough, if I'd ha' t'ought he'd run away 'fore I'd hoed dese taters, I'd nebber hab gibben him dat big bone. De rascal! He's jes' hid it away, somewhar, down 'mong de cabbages." That was what Quib had done with his precious bone; but now his little, lean, yellow legs were carrying him rapidly down the road, with half a dozen very noisy boys behind him. "Pete! Pete Corry!
As the rebellious captive was lowered into the water, and the throng about the spot began to thin, the successful angler seated himself again. "What'd you catch him on?" John broke out. "Taters." "Do big fellows like that bite on potatoes?" They were assured that such was the case. "Say," John scratched nervously at a knot in a pier plank as he summoned courage for his request.
"Didn't you promise 'Delia you'd go?" "No, I guess not. I said mebbe I'd be round if I had time, but I ain't found the time. These 'taters have got to be dug." The red had surged into Isabel's full cheeks. She looked an eloquent remonstrance. "Oliver," she said impetuously, "'Delia's sittin' on the front steps, waitin' for you to come.
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